Sanati the Orc
A farm is in need of extra help, and the son of the owner isn’t living up to expectations.
Male/Genderfluid Reader x Female Monster
The ‘Help Wanted’ posters were put up about a week ago, and already you’re getting prospective guards for the farm. Your father is very specific, wanting to find the toughest and scariest people he can to protect the farm. “We need to head them off at the pass,” he said. “So we need some scary-looking motherfuckers.”
This makes sense to you, but you think you need someone knowledgeable, too, who knows how to act on the defensive. You need more than appearances when the rustlers come back. Still, you and your father hold the interviews. It’s a bit intimidating, to say the least. Lots of the people who come match the description your father wants, but none of them come up to your standards. This puts you in the position to argue with your father about what’s most needed. “Those rustlers will be back to steal everything away from us, and we won’t have a single guard around because you’re worried they won’t know what they’re doing?” your father snaps at you.
“Anyone can throw a punch. We need someone who knows more than that.”
“Aside from stealing a knight, how the hell are we going to find that? Stop worrying about that shit and worry more about looking like a man yourself.” He shoves a gnarled old finger in your face. “You’re going to take over this farm one day, and I ain’t letting you take it over looking like a sissy.” He storms away back to hire the three orcs you were arguing about.
You stormed away too, angrier than ever. It doesn’t matter what you look like or how you act, you’re never going to fill your father’s shoes in his eyes. You’ve long ago stopped being ashamed of being more like your mother and sisters. They never said it was bad, only he did.
