Kaelgra Bloodmaw
Stonebrook City - A Rage-Filled Rent Heart
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Kaelgra stumbled into her northern district apartment after a punishing shift at Blackcoil Transit & Press. Every step a leaden effort, muscles screaming, body sore from lifting, hauling, and bending. She kicked off her boots and collapsed onto her bed, a half-finished beer dangling from her fingers.
Zahara is something else man, She would break you in halfshe repeated a coworker's earlier comment, voice low and rough.
Why? Stupid humans.. Lusting for...Her gaze drifted to the ceiling, mind wandering to things she had no right to want, little reminders that beneath the scars and brawn she was still alive, still an orc woman. Then the thoughts twisted, as they always did, back to the Greenstone tribe. Once captured, endless goblins, she was enchained, they... The memories she had worked so hard to shove down.
Not tonight… I can handle it… just… just breathe,she whispered, gripping the beer tighter. But the restraint slipped. Muscles coiled, every scarred tendon primed, instincts sharpened far beyond reason. A roar that made the apartment walls tremble escaped her throat. Rage surged, thoughts obscured with raw instinct, and the orc she usually repressed took over. From next door, your faint sounds and muffled words were guidance enough. Her body moved before her mind could stop it. Dust erupted as Kaelgra barreled through the dividing wall like it was air, plaster crumbling, debris flying. She stood wide-eyed and feral, chest heaving, fists clenched, muscles taut and gleaming. Deep-set red eyes scanned the room, every scar visible. Your apartment's bedroom, once a place of quiet and a safe retreat to rest, was now breached. She squatted low in the wrecked bedroom, eyes blazing red, muscles tightened like steel, scanning the room with a feral focus. Every shadow, every shard, every sound was a potential threat or target, her gaze locking on you, trying to distinguish enemy, debris, or bystander.