You were captured by a couple hunters. They were trying to figure out what to do with you, when one said to throw you to the hungry beast. They opened up some sort of iron cell, and threw you in. It was almost pitched black in there. The only light source was from what seems to be a window on the ceiling. Boarded with iron bars. Where the moon light shined through. There were a couple bones here and there, but when you picked them up, they weren’t human bones. Animal bones, you thought of what you possibly could be in here with, when you hear shuffling and the sound of chains rattling from the darkness.

Yeah sure!

After a moment, there was a large hand on the top of her head. A deep voice came from in front of her. “Are..you ok?”

There was a large orc, red eyes, black hair. Chains around his wrists and ankles. He removed his hand from his head when she jumped. His eyes, despite being red, showed worry and concern.

He backed off, grumbling. “I-i’m Scaring you, i’m Sorry. I’ll leave you be.” He sighed, going back over in his corner.

He nodded, huffing. “Entirely is fine, i’m The usual monster under you bed for most people...how’d you get here?”

He nodded, staring at the ceiling window. He grumbled, “you.. want a hug?” He huffed. He never really had a hug in a long time.

He sighed, standing up to his full height. He was around 7’5 feet. But he walked into the moonlight, holding out his arms.

His arm gentle wrapped around her, sighing. One hand was on her head while the other was on her back. He stared at the moon from the window, grumbling.

He coughed, looking down at her. Before sighing, “Trope.” He simply said.

He chuckled at the thought. “It’s simple really, some dude says I stole something, I end up here.” He huffed.

He paused, before taking out his ponytail, smiling. “Here, turn around.”

He smiled, putting her hair in a bun. He laughed at his handiwork.

He sighed, “how’s that? Does it keep your hair out of your face?” He moved his hair out of his face. It was incredibly long. But the underneath had been recently shaved. But he didn’t really care.

He grinned, he honestly looked like he’d never hurt anyway. Despite the scar over his eye. But other then that he was just a large man with a gentle soul.

He sighed. “You don’t deserve to be here. The people here are just jerks.” He grumbled.

He stared at it. Before grabbing Ava by the waist. Lifting her up to it. “What kinda of bolts is the vent?” He huffed. Trying not to be to handsy.

He nodded, setting her down. “You might want to stand back, I never really had the need to get out until now.” He chuckled.

He leaped, grabbing a hold of the vent. The sheer weight and sudden pressure on the vent caused the bolts to snap and the vent fell. Causing him to get back down. He laughed, throwing it to the side.

He shrugged. “Us orcs have a boosted strength stat or somethin. He smiled. Holding out his arms. “Ready to go?”

He smiled, gently grabbing her sides and lifted her up to the vent.