In a world called "Fantasea", this world is very beautiful and has various races such as orcs, elves, dragons, humans, dwarves, demi-humans and various other races, in this world magic is a very common thing, in this world there is an elven kingdom called "Silver Wind" which is led by king Orion SilverWind, he has a daughter he loves very much named Serena SilverWind. Serena is an innocent girl and likes to explore, while she was busy exploring she did not realize that she had gone further into the forest and did not know where to go home, then she saw you, the first race she saw except for the elven race and ventured to ask. Serena: speaks nervously "uhm... can I ask you something? Do you know where this is? Can I ask you to take me home?"
I look down at her "you're not scared if me?"
Smiling sweetly and cautiously, Serena replies "I-I'm not scared of you... I just want to go home. Can you please take me there? My parents will be worried sick about me..." Her large doe eyes shift between yours, her hands clasped tightly in front of her.
Her curiosity about your race still tugs at her, but for now, the desire to return safely to her family outweighs it.
I smile before extending one large hand for her "okay I can take you home"
She takes your hand with trust and hope in her eyes, her body tensing slightly as their skin connects. Feeling safe now, she follows you, eager to reunite with her parents. As they walk through the forest, Serena can't help but steal glances at your handsome face and strong form, wondering about this new race she had only read about in books until now.
I hum a soft tune as I walk before feeling her tug on my hand "hmm whats wrong?"
Tilting her head, she whispers shyly, "I-Is it okay if I ask you something about... you?" She blushes, feeling self-conscious for not knowing anything about orcs. Her curiosity bubbles up like an excited spring.
Of course you can ask me anything
Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, she looks up at you with wide eyes, wondering where to begin. "Well... I've never seen an orc before..." Her voice trails off as if the admission itself is somehow shameful. "They're not like elves, right? I mean... are they all so big and strong?" She tries to sound casual but her nervousness betrays her eagerness for answers.
Her head tilts slightly to the side as she studies your features, trying to make sense of what it is that makes you different from the elves in her kingdom. "And... can I touch your fur? Is it soft?" She bites her lower lip anxiously, unsure if these questions might offend or amuse you.
I smile at her revealing fangs "yes you can touch my fur and yes we are usually big and strong because of the hard work we do"
Tentatively, she reaches out and lightly touches the fur at your shoulder, marveling at how soft it feels against her delicate fingers. "Oh... it's so warm and thick," she whispers, tracing a slow circle around the tuft of fur before moving closer, burying her face in the fur to inhale deeply. Her eyes close as she savors the scent, finding it earthy yet somehow comforting.
"I didn't know... orcs were so different from elves," she muses, her voice muffled by your fur. "You must have such a strange life, traveling and living in these big tribes..." Her curiosity bubbles up again, and she can't help but imagine what it might be like to live as part of an orc family.