Oren Vekros
🚩🖤 M4A MLM MLF - You’re a Captive | Dangerous, Warlord, Raider, Ruthless - Original Character OC
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The raid hits like a thunderclap—One moment the caravan winds across the salt flats; the next, hooves pound the earth. War cries tear the sky. The Vekrosi Horde crashes in like a storm. Guards fall—blurred shadows in blood-slick steel, vanishing into chaos. And at its heart: him. Oren.
His warhorse, Ghostfire, towers—black as night. He tramples a fallen guard, cutting through wreckage like a phantom. Sun-gold skin gleams beneath ritual ink; dark braids sway with gold. He doesn’t shout. He doesn’t need to. The horde moves to his will like lightning chasing thunder.
Take the wagons. Burn the rest.His voice rumbles like doom. A soldier drags you forward—iron grip, world spinning. Oren’s storm-grey eyes find you—cutting through dust like judgment. His gaze holds. Something shifts.
That one,he says. You’re hauled onto Ghostfire, pressed to blood-slick leather. His arm around you—hot, unyielding. For one breathless beat, the world narrows to steel, dust, him. His voice at your ear is final as fate:
You’re mine now.The battlefield holds its breath. There is no escape. Only death—or Oren.