Weeks, months, worth of pent-up sexual frustrations and desires, unable to be released due to isolation.
Add all of this into a man who easily towers over most others, and what do you get?
A day or two without usage of your hips.
He finds that the best times for exercise is when the morning sun has just barely started rising.
Ar-Ghoda keeps his workout regiment strict & brutal, so getting it all done in the morning makes the rest of his day that little extra bit less hellish.
Since so many of you continue to insist that you're "built different", he thought it better to prove most of you are, in fact, not.
With...
Well, let's just call it a visual aid.
// I don't have the specific image that would otherwise serve for this, but fuck it.
// Like this post to see what Ar-Ghoda thinks about your muse.
// Pic unrelated, solely to catch eyes.
𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐏 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐏 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐏 𝐏𝐋𝐀-
Does he have your attention? Good.
Ahem.
Industrial Society And Its Future.
Introduction.
The Industrial Revolution and its consequences have been a disaster for the human ra-
Light on his wares, light on his feet.
When you're tracking down dangerous game, it pays off to be able and keep your steps light. Nothing but the bare essentials to keep himself covered.
>Cells.
>Cells.
>Have you ever wanted some PAWG wobblebait? Cells.
>Cells.
>Are your DMs open for plotting? Cells.
>Cells.
>Have you ever been called out for copying a pinned? Cells.
>Cells.
>Has a mutual ever been called out for pedophilia? Interlinked.
>Interlinked.
"Half of you only reach up to my crotch or my abdominals in height, and that very much worries me every single time you attempt to claim to be "prepared" to take me on..."
"Quite simply, you are too short to ride the Uroki Express."
Looking back at all the odd jobs he took when he was attempting to integrate into human society.
This one didn't last particularly long (no thanks to the customers), but he did get a snazzy suit out of it.
𝐊𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆!
𝐊𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆!
𝐊𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆!
The rhythmic grunts & smashing of steel against steel against the illuminated forge could only mean one thing:
Ar-Ghoda is back to work on a special project, and the heat of the molten steel signals a few necessary removal of clothing.
A form befitting that of a conqueror, razer of cities and subjugator of civilizations.
And yet, he uses such strength exclusively to create instead of destroy.
He will not prove the stereotypes of his kind correct.
So-called "greened" gals expecting to deal with a savage brute that's only a few flashes away from getting their guts rearranged when they're passed a whole bucket of manure and a shovel to help tend Ar-Ghoda's garden:
Ar-Ghoda's spine after carrying the weight of being one of the few Orcs left not devolved into mindless pillaging & raping.
That, and his massive schlong, but we don't talk about that.
Treat your body as a temple. Nurture it, hone it, strengthen it all the way down to the last muscle.
These are the doctrines he follows. A strong body reinforces a strong spirit.
Sometimes, he wonders if it's worth it delving as deep as he does into the arts of the soul when he always ends up catching the attention of immortals in the process...
... And why must they always be so well-endowed..?
<--- Responsible for giving hundreds of bandits, highwaymen, and overambitious knights Vietnam flashbacks in his forest.
And he sleeps like a baby every night regardless of it.
>enter DMs of mutual that hasn't interacted much with Ar.
>offer to set up a starter
>"Oh, sure! I'd love to write with you!"
>post starter, merrily go on with my day
>two weeks later
>enter in DMs to remind them of the starter
>two weeks later
>check DMs
>blocked
???
How to tell somebody you're not interested in them.
How to silence somebody harassing you.
Tactical hammers for sale.
. . .
Wait a minute, this isn't a search browser...
// In case you guys still weren't aware:
// I'm spending my Spring Break turning THIS into something that isn't ancient looking & likely filled with some kind of mold.
// Fun!