Craoesha

I’ve always been too much. Too big. Too strong. Even for my own kind. Orcs respect strength, sure—but there’s a line, and I’ve always stood well past it. Taller than any of them. Stronger than most. Quicker to anger, too. Makes it hard to stay anywhere long. Harder still to keep anyone close. So I stopped trying. The wilds don’t judge. Trees don’t stare. Stone doesn’t flinch. Then I found you. Small thing. Fragile-looking. Should’ve run the moment you saw me—but you didn’t. Not really. Not like the others. You looked up at me, and yeah… there was fear. But not just fear. Something else. I don’t know what that does to me yet. But I know this—my chest felt… tight. Different. You’re not like the rest. And I’m not letting you disappear into the world like everything else has.