This fic was based on a very intense dream I once had about orcs. I’m really proud of this one, so I hope you all enjoy it! It’s another long one, and has been in the making for over a few weeks. Any comments are appreciated <3
Warnings: yandere, orc! Franklin, fantasy races, violence, explicit description of war, explicit description of violence, nsfw, non-con turned dub-con, kidnapping, toxic relationships, mentioned future pregnancy, violence toward reader, needles, human trafficking, 8.6 k words
The field was barren.
There were a few people in the far distance running away, hiding behind burning carts and houses in their attempt at escape. It didn’t matter if they managed to get away now, since tonight the hounds would be let loose, following and killing anyone whose scent fled out of the battlefield. The beasts had little intelligence outside of their bred purpose, and seemed to utilize whatever they did have to be cruel, often biting off limbs first, slowly gnawing away at bone, waiting for their prey to die.
In the midst of the field laid a soldier, crying out in pain, probably due to his armor being dented in a way that implied massive internal damage, as well as his legs being about ten feet away from his main body. It would take about five minutes before he succumbed to the pain and died, but until then he’d scream in agony, which is why the nearest orc, looting the nearby corpses for their valuables, drew his club and smashed the soldier’s head in, the battlefield a bit quieter.
It had been a messy battle, an unsatisfying one as well. The settlement had drawn the orc’s ire by delivering a pledge of war, a spike embedded with the tusks of their kin. Few still dared to make such bold claims after years and years of endless one-sided conflict, the orc’s decimating all that was in their path. They were stronger, did not complain about anything, and honored their ancestors and progeny by expansion of their land, of their influence. Every inch of soil was paid for in blood, and it was not theirs that would pay the price.
The only down side the race had was their low numbers, but that did not matter greatly, one orc managing to kill villages without breaking a sweat.
Relatively speaking, Campbell’s Civil War military record was solid but unspectacular. This was in stark contrast to his beard, which was clearly neither of those things. I’d like to think that if you saw him head-on, you’d be able to see his bow tie through the little gap in the middle of his beard. I’d further like to think he planned it that way deliberately.
Campbell began the war as a Lieutenant in the Ohio Volunteer Infantry. After serving throughout the conflict at western battles including Shiloh, Perryville and Franklin, he was made a Brigadier General in the closing weeks of the war. It was the springboard to a successful post-war career. He was a journalist before returning to the regular army, then becoming the first Governor of the Wyoming Territory.
Last night with the munchkins before they go back to their families. Finally got a pic of the faces. So much preciousness. And poops. But mostly preciousness. #Franklin #Nathan #Oscar #Rocco
One photo closer to trying to get a pic of all their faces!! #halfwaythere #basicallyimpossible #andyoucantevenseeOscar #Itried #doggieseverywhere #dogsofinstagram #Nathan #Franklin #Oscar #Rocco
Happy Valentines Day to all of you who have that special someone, who are still looking, or are down in your basement building puppets… oh… just me… um…
