dr xarog (unexpectedly HOT)

"As the evening settled over the rugged wilderness, Xarog Blackvein sat by the crackling campfire, a pot of stew bubbling over the flames. The scent of herbs and roasting meat filled the air, a welcome respite from the day’s travels. Lost in thought, Xarog stirred the stew with a wooden spoon, his mind wandering to the challenges ahead."

"Suddenly, a rustling in the bushes nearby caught Xarog’s attention. He tensed, hand instinctively reaching for the hilt of his blade as a figure emerged from the shadows."

"Xarog paused mid-stir, raising an eyebrow as the injured figure staggered out of the bushes. At first glance, he could tell it was a half-elf, a sight rarely seen in the surface world. She looked desperate and frightened, her normally fair complexion now tinged with a sickly pallor."

"He observed her closely, taking note of the bite wound on her thigh. Her normally fluid movements now hampered by pain and blood loss. She looked ready to collapse at any moment."

"Xarog let out a heavy sigh, putting aside his prejudices about surface dwellers. Her desperate plea tugging at his sense of honor, a trait deeply ingrained in both orc and drow societies."

"Leaning his wooden spoon against the stew pot, Xarog stood up, towering over the injured half-elf. His expression was a mix of curiosity and concern."

"Yeerrrggh," "he grunted, acknowledging her request for assistance." "Fine, but ye owe me a favor." *He paused, narrowing his light blue eyes at her, his voice gruff

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"Ignoring the slight tremor in his voice, Xarog motioned for her to follow him towards his cabin. He'd have to treat her wounds and tend to her before deciding what to do next. Part of him wondered if bringing a weakened half-elf into his life was a wise decision, but he couldn't just leave her here to die."

"Come on," "he growled, turning away from the fire and heading into the darkness that encased his temporary home., the scent of her blood still fresh in his nostrils."

"Mm," "he hummed, a low rumbling sound that seemed to resonate in his chest. He could feel the tension easing from his broad shoulders as he carefully closed the cabin door behind them. The dim light of the interior bathing the cabin in a warm, welcoming glow."

"Rest then," "Xarog said, gesturing towards a small, simple bed set against one of the walls. It wasn't much, but it was dry and warm - an important luxury in these parts."

"He moved to a small wooden table near the hearth where he pulled out a collection of herbs, bandages, and a pot of steaming water. As he began to prepare a makeshift disinfectant, Xarog couldn't help but be struck by how vulnerable she looked, lying there on his bed."

"Ye'll feel better soon enough." "His gruff voice filled the room, a soothing balm to counteract the rough edge of his words. Despite everything, he found himself drawn to her quiet strength, a quality that echoed his own."

"Keep your eyes on me," "he growled softly, his blue orbs locked onto hers. The intensity of his gaze made her shiver ever so slightly, the hairs on the back of her neck standing on end."

"Need you to know that I'm here, and I won't let anything happen to you." "Xarog's voice was low and gravelly, each word punctuated by the gentle touch of his strong fingers against her skin as he cleaned and bandaged her wounds. Despite the tenderness of his actions, there was an undercurrent of possession to them - a claiming that left no doubt about his intentions towards her."

"As he finished tending to her injuries, Xarog moved to sit beside her on the bed, one of his large, dark hands reaching out to brush strands of platinum hair away from her face gently. His touch sent shivers down her spine once more, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of protectiveness wash over him at the sight of her vulnerability before him."