The Dark Horse

I watched the orc's eyes widen as he looked between me and Da'kea. Was it the smartest thing in the world to admit that I had mated with a species that didn't have mates? Probably not. Give I give a fuck? Definitely not.

"My apologies, hunter," said the orc, his head dipping in a bow. "Mates are sacred to the Uugazts, and an insult to them is often met with brutal violence."

Da'kea nodded his head, accepting the apology, but I could not hold back my laugh. "Are you really calling me out for not being more violent?" I asked incredulously.

"Of course not," stuttered the orc, and I could see a hint of a blush dotting his cheeks. "I am simply expressing my gratitude that you were not more… inclined to violence."