Vacillant

Charken: Two rotations ago, the Red Eyed Orc Clan enslaved a large group of creatures that had crash-landed on Harlock. Since then, they’ve been sexually abused each day by the horde. Now, my tribe will save them. My heart gallops against my sternum, craving battle. More accurately, craving anything other than training, eating, and sleeping. Or, more accurately, endless loneliness. No prospects of family. Constant despair. Those are the traits festering inside me and all the lives of the Blue Tongue Orc Tribe. That is why I jumped at this opportunity to be on the front lines. To be the first to make contact with one of these females. I want to be the first to prove my strength and value as a fertile bond. The only problem is I fall for who I should not. This rescue is dangerous by vital due to the fertility of these females and the fact that Frey’s best friend, Kitten, is at the Red Eyed Orc’s garrison. If I don’t save that feline, I’m afraid Frey’s love will never again be what it was when I informed her of this. She must feel extreme guilt for living safely inside the mountain these past years.