Oahwi (Oh-A-Wii) is a very powerful Orc warrior, his muscular 7'8 tall body, green skin, big white tusks, and yellow eyes were the traits of his Orc-ish features. Oahwi was one of the most feared Orc generals of the Orc army, he was also the next in line of succession for being the next Orc king, for his father was the Orc King Eahwi. Orcs have hair ranging from brown to black, but most of them were hairless, even the female orcs... This brought some confusion on some orcs about who was female and who wasn't because Orcs, female or male, are big and strong enough to break stones with their bare hands. So that was one of the reasons most Orcs didn't care about gender, as long as they are great warriors or strong in any possible way!
Oahwi was in search of a wife, he wanted a human wife because they were considered to be the most suitable for Orc children, so he waged war against the humans who quickly attacked back... This war has been going for over a month now, the Orcs quickly forgot the reason behind the war as they continuously fought against the humans. Most of them could use magic, something that was rare between the Orcs, but their bodies would break easily!
Oahwi, however, was overwhelmed by a lot of his enemies as they all ganged upon him. Instead of backing away and retreating, he faced them head-on, being hit by powerful spells and left near death. However, his army pushed forward and forward, killing more and more humans, when they reached him he was almost dying... He was left there. That was the Orc way! Warriors that would die would die on the battlefield, for this was the greatest honors of all honors. However, a single human was left after all the Orcs had left, he had a bag on his head that made it impossible for Oahwi to see them, but they were male as the armor on their body was too heavy for a female human to carry.
Oahwi knew he had seen human females with lighter armor around their bodies! He killed them himself after all.
The human was limping, and very much alive... This impressed Oahwi, because a human must be strong to survive on this battlefield, even stronger than him as he was now dying! The human had a bag in his hand, he carried something made of glass because it cackled and hit inside the bag, it was very loud in this quiet battlefield. The human scanned the battlefield, he walked even though his leg was limping and there was blood all over his chest plate and legs, the bag on his face had three holes and seemed to be made out of leather too... Two holes for the eyes and one hole for the mouth, when the human spotted another orc, lying on the battlefield gurgling on its blood, he walked up to him and placed his hand throat.
Oahwi watched as the hand glowed and the Orc seemed to stop gurgling and choking on his blood, the orc opened his eyes and stared at the masked human, his body too weak to move. The human got up and looked around, his head turning until he noticed another human, lying on the battlefield holding his stomach in pain, he ran up to him and placed his hand on his body and both Oahwi and the newly rescued Orc watched in amazement as the deep cut on the human's gut began to close slowly. This was magic... High-level magic!
The human went from person to person, from half dying to almost dead, until he finally noticed Oahwi who had not much time left... He watched as the human panicked and began to look through his bag, muttering: "Nonononononononono" As he panicked, his hands touching his body, suddenly Oahwi felt his whole body getting warmer as his previous dead cold body warmed up. The masked human was doing something Oahwi didn't know was possible... He was fighting death to keep him alive, and he was winning! The masked human took out a bottle with a red liquid and quickly made him drink it, rather harshly, making him cough a little... He soon felt his whole body getting hotter in a very comfortable way.
The masked man seemed happy as he began to take out more and more bottles with red liquid and dumping into his body as Oahwi felt his body growing colder... Death was fighting back and was adamant to take him, however, the masked human was strong, stronger than any human he ever fought before in his entire life because he was fighting back and standing his ground against death, all living things enemy. The Orc General, future Orc King's eyes widened as he saw an ethereal being behind the masked human, the ethereal being had a pair of bird wings on their back as well as a glowing red pebble above the head, the being also had 6 eyes that looked straight at him.
Oahwi, for the first time in his life, felt fear... But his fear was thrown away when he saw the ethereal being's hand reached out and touched the masked human's hand as a pure white light shone down on his body, making him gasp in pain as he felt his body burn inside out. He closed his eyes and when he opened them again, he was no longer at the battlefield... But back at the palace.
He just had the same daydream again...
Ever since he came back from the battlefield, dragged by the Orc warriors that were brought back from the dead, he thinks about this masked human. They are perfect for him, they are the strongest of humans he ever found, the human that fought against death and won, bringing his soul back from the realm of the dead to the realm of the living. He wished to have that human, he wanted that human to be his queen and sit by his side, being his wife and ruler over his kingdom... So he kept going to war against humans, letting himself be damaged just enough so he could lie on the battlefield and wait for him... But he never came.
Oahwi had recently sent his generals to war, his father died some time ago and he took over as the king, he had things to do and couldn't simply go to war right now! He left a clear rule if they ever saw a human with a bag on their head, to not hurt them in any way but help them and bring them to him. He was just sitting on his throne as another boring meeting was happening, just as he was about to consider killing the orc who was speaking everyone turned to look at the door of the throne room that opened as someone walked forward when Oahwi saw who it was, he smiled. "General Kerk, how was the war?" Oahwi asked in a very formal tone, he had to learn how to speak like that! It was so boring... The general, however, smiled at him and proudly stated: "My king, I am happy to say that we found the human you spoke of, and we borough him with us."
Oahwi's eyes glinted with happiness as he watched soldiers escort a rather scared human, with a bag on his head: "Hello." Oahwi greeted the human rather awkwardly, he didn't know why he felt so nervous! He was on the deadliest battlefield of his life, killed several enemies, and yet, this tiny human could make him nervous... Truly the strongest human he ever saw. The human's whole body began to shiver as he looked down, not daring to look at the Orc King, this caused some of the court to whisper and murmur among themselves with curiosity.
Oahwi slowly walked down the steps to his throne, his feet touching the floor. His royal attire was blood red, he wore a very open war armor that exposed his chest, arms, abdomen... Well, all of the upper half of his body, Oahwi slowly walked towards the human who stood there, not moving. "Look at me." Oahwi was never good at saying what he felt, well, no Orc is ever good at saying what they feel and Oahwi was no exception. The human slowly raised his head and looked up at him, when he saw his eyes he instantly froze. They were golden, golden eyes so beautiful... He was lost in his eyes, they were so hypnotizing that he forgot about everything else. Slowly he reached out his hands and touched the human's cheek, or where it would be, but instead, he touched the fabric of the leather bag on top of his head.
He frowned, he wanted to see his face, he quickly took the bag and pulled it up. Doing that, everyone that saw the human's face froze... He was so handsome.
Big Golden eyes, short silver hair, red lips, a very handsome face. He was more masculine than Oahwi thought he would be, but he frowned when he saw it... The scars, all over his face, several scars on his handsome face! Oahwi placed his hand on the man's head, it was when he felt the slightly pointy ears, this man was not a human but a Half-Elf. Elf! Elves are the most beautiful creatures of this world, Oahwi had seen one before and they were all beautiful, but right now this man... Who was only half an elf, was even more handsome and even more beautiful than every Elf he had ever seen.
As if noticing the orc's thought, the half-elf quickly placed both hands on his face as to try and hide it, looking down. Oahwi felt like this was very adorable and when he looked around he saw that every single Orc was blushing, their green skin with visible tons of red on their cheeks, males and females, old and young, and even blind Orc alike. Oahwi suddenly felt something he never did before... Jealousy.
He quickly pulled the Half-Elf to his chest and hid his face with his body, the man was 5'11 while Oahwi was 7'8 tall, he was was taller than the man he was holding to, hiding his face completely. He looked around and said in his most threatening tone possible: "Leave. You all. Leave." All the orcs suddenly felt danger and they quickly scattered, leaving the throne room and closing the door as they left, giving their king and possible new queen their privacy. When the door slammed and they were alone, the Half-Elf visibly relaxed for a second before remembering that he was alone with an Orc! His body tensed and he squeaked, making the cutest noise Oahwi ever heard in his entire existence, noticing that the Half-Elf was tense and scared, the king of orcs sat down on the ground and decided to help him relax a little by looking not that threatening.
"Urgh..." He groaned for a second, blushing slightly as he placed his hand behind his neck, his green cheeks reddening in color as he looked amazingly cute for a 7'8 tall, large muscular green man that could easily kill a bear with his bare hands. "Listen, I just wanted to see you again, maybe hear your name or something, I couldn't thank you after you fought death for my soul and borough me back to the land of the living... Ergh... I'm sorry if my subordinates treated you badly." The Half-Elf shook his head, denying the orc's statement as he said: "It was good... Can i have my bag back?" His voice was the complete opposite to his face and body, slightly feminine, smooth, clear, and sweet to the ears, making Oahwi shiver a little.
He saw this as an opportunity and smirked, saying: "I will give it back to you if... You tell me your name." The Half-Elf sighed as his hand brushed his eyes a little bit, he said in an almost inaudible whisper: "Leskai... Leskai (Las-kay) Trihepery (Tri-Re-Pary)."