I Am An Orc! (Not Your Average World of Warcraft RP, Pm Interest)

A young man named Christopher Varengard, born in Germany but raised in America, was a World of Warcraft addict at the age of twelve, spending hours playing the game, though he did good in school as he had high intelligence. But he kept skipping gym to play the game, but when his father and mother died at a car accident when he was sixteen, he withdrew himself from the real world and played world of warcraft as often as he could, and still kept good grades though.

His aunt who took care of him, was too busy working to notice his mental state, and as he kept playing he grew delusional, thinking of Azeroth as the real world, and felt that his body was not his right form, he paid with some of his inheritance to get tusks implants into his jaw and even had a drug injection that permanently turned his skin's color pigments(sp?) into a dark color of murky green. After that he threw himself into his delusional world and lost his past as Christopher Varengard and from the messed mind came a new being forth, Oghram Ravenshroud, proud member of the horde, master of weapons and nature.

It was only a matter of time before he was turned in when they discovered him and he was put into the Frostvale Asylum in Wyoming, the Rocky Mountains, as there were the place most of the serious mental patient were taken because of the successes there. Thus Oghram's family sent him there and even paid to get him his own designed room as to keep his mind as healthy as possible.

He was given a large room designed as the inside of a orcish cave house, and a laptop with Internet connection, as his only connection to his old life was through World of Warcraft, otherwise he was Oghram Ravenshroud 24/7. Oghram carved and crafted most of his spare time, it was encouraged by his doctors as it was seen as a good thing for him to do something productive and perhaps break out of this state himself.

Sadly it backfired, Oghram was allowed free reign to the blacksmith, not just wood and cloth craft, and he crafted himself weapons and full plate armor, it had come as a shock to the staff to see him dressed in his armor, swinging a large halberd like it was a twig on his seventeenth birthday.

The reason as for why he was able to lift the heavy steel weapon was because after his delusion he had taken up training himself, as no orc was a weak twig as he had called himself, he lifted weights, swam in the swimming pool, ran lengths in the wild, when he ran lengths he didn't stop for breaks, he ran nonstop for hours. At first he had not been able to keep his body movign for often ,but within four years had he built up enough strength and body ability superior to a man twice his age, now they had to have a guard following him on a bike as to keep up with him.

But as an orc he carved battles and trained himself in weapons, the staff were nervous at this but were happy that he didn't take his weapons out of his room, except for when he hunted. They had no idea how he had sneaked out the first time but at the age of eighteen he had gone out of the Asylum, dressed in his armor, halberd on his back, in the middle of the day and come back with a wild boar over his shoulder. They had tried keeping him from his monthly hunts, as he went out once every month to hunt, but they soon thought of it and decided to give him a hunting license so he wouldn't get trouble, and made sure to tell him that hunting certain species was not allowed.

He always skinned his prey and turned the fur into cloth, the hide into leather, the flesh into food, the organs he used for blood sausages, blood pudding and the rest of the organs as fertilizers for the garden. While the bones, the teeth and the claws became jewellery, tools, decorations and furniture. The staff were not sure what to do with the orc man, who had grown to an incredible height of eight feet and gained a muscle mass not possible for a normal human because of his vigorous training.

So they called in for back up, and soon enough came an expert on delusional cases like Oghram, a woman named Valerie Summerfield, who has a vast knowledge of Warcraft Delusionals and about Warcraft itself, she's a fan but doesn't get fanatic about it even though she plays on her free time. Oghram is twenty one now and is currently taking a run over the snow covered mountains, only dressed in a loincloth and fur boots the tall orc man was followed by Jasmine Thursday, the guard who had kept watch over him for the last two years, after the old one retired after getting a heart attack trying to keep up with the orc believing man.

Her beautiful blue sports car rode straight over the curvy high and low roads of Wyomings, and Oghram was taking his time running around the lands, over rocks, up hills, down hills and long roads, his natural gray hair flinging around in the wind. As she was about to reach the asylum she saw Oghram run over a white snow covered hill, but shook it off as a figment of her imagination. "Oh thank god you were able to come Doctor Summerfield, I am sorry that you had to drive her in the winter cold. But this is serious, he is getting worse and worse and none of the staff is able to handle him, last time we tried to tie him in a jacket he tore it apart like it was paper, and we even tried to sedate him with calming medication, but they won't affect him! We're on our last straws doctor. Hell, I am starting to believe he is an orc! He has a body not human, can run for hours without stopping, lifts over five hundred kilos one handed and makes medieval armour that are better then armed money transport cars!" Yes the staff of the asylum was not having it easy with their troublesome patient, who in question ,was starting to turn back from his run, but would still take an hour to return, during which the good doctor was given his medical journal.

Doctor Valerie Summerfield (26 Years Old): http://gelbooru.com/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=484949

Christopher Varengard (21 Years Old, Orc Personality: Oghram Ravenshroud): http://th01.deviantart.net/fs48/300W/f/2009/211/3/6/364c35d65468bd3bcc5ae6dbc144c901.jpg

OOC: Hmmm... normally I'd think this rp would have worked out, but since nobody seemed interested in it, I will just ask if anyone is willing to give me a suggestion on what to change.

OOC: Okay I have edited a little on the first post, hopefully it will attract more attention, I am not giving up on this rp just yet!

OOC: A little nudge in the side.

Valerie offered a smile to the harried nurse, "Don't worry. We'll see what we can do to help him, Nurse. Thank you for his file. I'll go into my office and read over it for now. Please let me know when he gets back; I'd like to meet his as soon as I can."

She walked from her car to the asylum proper, feeling the eyes of both the staff and the inmates on her as she moved, carrying her briefcase in one hand. Dr. Valerie Summerfield was tall for a woman, around 5' 9", with the dark skin of an Italian or Greek beauty raised by the shores of the Mediterranean. Her hair was long and silky, falling to her ass, and was a clean looking and surprisingly natural pale white color. She was wearing a professional suit coat and skirt combo in a dark red, the garments clinging to a luscious and well endowed body. Her breasts were large, high, and pert, her waist trim, and her ass a sweet, firm bubble. Her legs were long and shapely, her skirt only coming to mid-thigh as she strode through the cool air in simple heels.

She went to her new office and sat down to read, not even bothering to bring in her bags or start unpacking. There was a dormitory for the staff here and she would have her own suite there; hopefully some of the orderlies would take her bags to her new rooms.

She'd heard about this case years ago; about a boy obsessed with World of Warcraft who'd had surgeries to look more like an orc from the game. She knew the look well; though many of her colleagues would be shocked and think her an idiot for it, Valerie played WoW herself and enjoyed it immensely. However...what she'd heard of and read in the articles back then was nothing like what she saw in the file now.

For one thing, the pictures didn't match. In the original article, which she had a copy of, the subject was clearly a person with cosmetic surgery. In the file she held now...he didn't look human. Humanoid, yes, but not human. He looked...natural. How had that happened?

Something was very strange here; far more than the mind of her new patient but his whole physiology! How long had in been since he'd had a physical or any x-rays, she wondered...or DNA testing...hmm.

She read and studied for an hour and a bit more by the time a guard came by to tell her that the patient was back. Valerie took a moment to grad her notebook and make sure she looked presentable and then went to find and introduce herself to the "orc."

Oghram shook his muscular frame free of snow as he entered the asylum, his muscular frame held a glister of melten snow and sweat that caused some of the female staff and patients to stare at him as he passed by, his 8 feet tall frame easily towered over the security guards and his personal guard, a strong woman of russian heritage, was having a hard time keeping up with him as she had been forced to follow him for hours as he ran through the mountains like ithad been a regular park run. She was new but had a better physique then the old guard who had not been able to keep up as Oghram grew older and more enduring.

Entering his room Oghram took off his loincloth and rabbit fur boots before stepping into a smaller room of his special room to take a shower in the nearby rock shaped shower, yet another thing to keep his mind from overreacting. When he had ripped otu the last shower from the wall when it got out cold instead of hot had the staff just made him an unique shower system to keep him from ruining more walls. Cleaning himself of sweat and grime the orc man stepped out and took on a fresh loincloth. The staff were kind of lgad to nto have to clean his clothes as he learned how to do it himself.

As he caught the smell of a female human, one he didn't recognize he took hold of some bones from a boar he had killed last week and with a wicked looking dagger, shaped with a crescent curve with tribal markings along the blade and a snake shaped handle, he began to carve the bones into a crescent shape necklace with a single clear blue stone in the center. As the doctor entered the room was the orc sitting on a rock by his fireplace and examining the necklace he had made before looking at the woman and greeted her with a deep rumbling voice, but not in english but orcish, though he knew englis he rarely spoke it. "Welcome to Oghram's lair new healer. Of what reasons do you come to see Oghram?" He had to admti that the doctor was very easy on the eye, she was a prime example of the human race's beauty and breeding potential. She would give birth to many strong warriors.

Valerie smiled and cleared her throat, "Lok'tar ogar, Oghram. My name is Doctor Valerie Summerfield, and I'm going to be working with you from now on." He spoke to her in a rumbling, deep voice but she couldn't understand him and shook her head. "I'm sorry but I only know a few words of Orcish. Could we speak in English please?"

The lovely physician and psychologist stepped a little further in, looking around. "My, you've done a lot of work. Or was it the staff here who did it? This looks as much like an orc home as possible; right out of Durotar. And your handiwork on these pieces is very impressive."

The white haired young woman smiled again at the massive, muscular green skinned man. "I've come here to try and understand how you came to be here and what may have happened. Is that all right?"

Oghram nodded and held out the bone necklace he had just carved. "Oghram shall speak human tongue for Healer Valerie. Take peace offering, mark as friend of clan Ravenshroud." The bone necklace had been colored in pure black with the single blue stone in the center making it look like a blue eye. (Think Pocahontas necklace but black with a blue stone in the center) Standing up the orc took hold of a boar tusk and began to carve it with skilled finese, into what was yet to be known but it seemed to be a sort of figurine.

"It be groundskeeper who make Oghram's home, he be of the nature, know the way of the builder and crafter. But room only thing made, Oghram have made all else by hand. Clothes, weapons, armour, furniture and more. Stone harder to carve then rock but challenge is good, makes Oghram's skills evolve." The Orc then motioned for a collection of figurines by the wall ,all of them shaped like races of Warcraft, each with a name carved by the foot of each figurine. they all looked so, natural, as if he had seen the creatures himself and sculpted them. "These be the healers of Oghram, along with Oghram's aunt, she be the orc woman with the kind smile. Kind but absent she was, Oghram had to work and travel o spend time, grew lonesome since parents died. Began to journey between mind healers, got here and Oghram is content with new home."

As he finished speaking he held out the figurine with her own name recently carved upon its pedestal, the figurine held her own body shape and she could see it was an (Either elf or draenei depending on which you prefer.) personification of her. It was very lifelike and the orc seemed to be proud of his craft, which was well put as it was almost as if the figurine in hish and would move if she didn't watch it closely. "Oghram think new healer is the bprettiest yet, too many old men trying to poke Oghram's brain with stupid words." Which would explain the reason why the majority of the figurines were either fat gnomes, old humans, big bearded elves, gnarly looking goblins, wrinkled orcs or ancient looking dwarves, all males, only around twenty figures were females out of the eighty six figures.

She beamed as she took the necklace from him, "Thank you, Oghram, I accept your gift and am proud to be marked as a friend of your clan." It was amazing; he'd made this item in a a matter of seconds. She'd have to inspect it closer later, but it had looked fully polished and finely made; the kind of thing that would take an artisan days or even weeks. For now, she simply put the necklace around her neck, making sure the clasp was on properly, so that the blue stone in the center hung above the swell of her generous breasts. "It is always good to improve your skills, I agree."

Next she looked at the figurines he'd made. God, they were amazing! So carefully detailed and crafted...and recognizable. She knew some of the faces that were on these figures, had seen them in the materials she'd received on the asylum, and several she'd seen since arriving. But they were a mix and mish-mash of races; only a handful of them were actually human...and even those were not quite right, more of the WoW representation of human than actual. His delusion went far farther than she thought...

Then she blinked as she was presented with herself. Well, it looked like her if she was a Night Elf. It was beautiful and she blushed with pleasure at both the figurine and the words that went with it, "Thank you, I'm...glad you think I"m pretty. It's flattering to hear that from so big, strong, and skilled a man." She nibbled her lower lip a moment, and then spoke again, "I'm sorry Oghram, but I'll probably ask you a lot of questions too. It's important that we can learn how this happened. After all, you're very far from Azeroth, and even further from Draenor, you know. Earth isn't anything like where you're from." At this point, she wasn't going to challenge his delusion directly. Too dangerous. "And your figurine of me is beautiful...I don't think I look nearly that nice. But I'm not a Night Elf, I'm human."

She tilted her head, "I do look like a human to you, don't I? Is it that...I look like a Night Elf or that you think I should?"

"What decieving shell Healer Valerie have Oghram see a beautiful human, but inside her Oghram can see her true self, a Night Elf Priestess of the healing arts. Though she might not see it herself, as other do not, can Oghram carve the existence of their true selves to light." Placing the newly carved night elf by the other figurines Oghram sat down on his cylinder shape rock chair with a fur stuffed boar fur as a cushion for his firm behind. He then pulled out a pipe carved out of what seemed to be black stone or wood, he put some kind of herbs in it and began to smoke, a sweet scent of cinnamon began to fill the air as a light green smoke emitted from his pipe.

"Aye Oghram far from homeland of his kin, but Oghram's home is nature, while warrior Oghram also knows the secrets of nature and the path of the druids. Azeroth is a dying land, Deathwing's desecration of its stability just makes it harder to survive. Thus Oghram had alongside his Hordes brothers and sisters, and Alliance enemies, fought against the mad wyrm and slain him. Oghram fell, fell for so long, until he came here. But while the world now wears shells of man does Oghram still see the insides of all that was." Oghram had by this time pulled out a large bundle of fur from a stack by the fire place and with a bone needle, his dagger and some strong string he began to shape the fur into something while he listened to the Mind Healer.

"How remarkable," Valerie said slowly. Fascinating; he'd reconciled his delusion with the real world very nicely. Putting his "real" world in a shell that was the real world. "So I look like a human but my real self is a Night Elf...and everyone you see is like this."

She moved closer to the orc man's muscled bulk, letting her eyes take in his physique. God, he was a fine slab of man, wasn't he? Valerie stood by the fireplace and watched him work for a few moments in silence. "You know that, to us, Azeroth is something we only knew about recently. In the last fifteen years or so, before that...it wasn't there, as far as we knew."

She didn't want to confront his delusion yet, not directly. But she did want to plant the seed that Earth was first, existing before Azeroth. He seemed to have convinced himself it was the other way around. "Do you see buildings or the land the same way as you do people, Oghram?"

Then she licked her lips, feeling a nervous anticipation. "This may seem strange but...would it be all right if I touched you?"

"Oghram knows that worlds exists beyond the reach of the Burning Legion, how else could Azeroth have remained free for so long even as the Dark Titan went mad? It's simple, he do not know where the world is, he can only send out his minions through specific gateways his titan brothers forged, he doesn't know its location, he only knows how to get there." As he spoke Oghram put aside the bundle of fur and began to work on some leather, this time making it in four parts, two thicker parts and one regular looking piece of leather. As he put the needle to work again he continued. "This world is not new, it is simply free of the influence of either old gods, titans and burning legions. The only true divinity here ignores the world."

He then pulled out some colorings and began to paint both the fur and the leather pieces in green and brown, whiel leavign the brown fur in its original state. "The buildings of this realm are strange but Oghram can see ther functions, much space within a small spot. Not ideal for war but this world has not known the same amount of war as Azeroth and the ones they know they fight in the fragile areas of nature rather then in the cities." He looked at her at her request of touching him, he just hrugged his shoulders and returned to painting the leather and fur articles in front of him. "If Healer Valerie wish to then Oghram shan't argue, Healer's duty and ways not Oghrams to question unless Oghram's uncomfortable."

As her hand touches his rough orcish skin it seems to feel like refined leather at the first touch, but as her fingers sink into the strong but supple muscles she can trace the spores which leaks his sweat over his body, less then half of the spores on a human and while larger were so well hidden among the flesh that you can't find it without rubbing your fingers against a particular spot for a few seconds. As her fingers traces his strong body he cannot help but notice a strange but alluring scent fill the room, he didn't let ti bother him though as he finished his work and sat still while waiting for the doctor to finish touching his body, though as the minutes went by he never complained as her touch felt good on his skin, as her finger traced his lips and tusks he could feel a shiver along her fingers but ignored it as her hands traced his face and then into his hair, at which point the healer's head seemed to clear up as she pulled her hands back, her cheeks flustered and her eyes dazed for a short moment. As if unable to comprehend what she had just touched.

She nodded, "Thank you, Oghram. You let me know if you do get uncomfortable." Valerie stepped up to the muscle-bound orc and began to inspect him. God, his body was so...so strong! Those thick, corded muscles stretching that green skin...and the skin felt so different!

She'd initially meant this just to be brief, to confirm a few of the notes on his physiology. But as she touched him, she became more and more curious about the way his body felt and her inspection took longer and longer. Minutes passed as her hands caressed his strong, muscular form and she felt her breathing growing a bit heavier, and felt warm, particularly between her legs.

Oh, God, was she getting turned on? She was! She had always liked the idea of a big, strong orc taking one of her WoW characters. Valerie even had a nice big and well organized folder of WoW porn on her laptop.

She pulled back after inspecting his face, her own flushed. "My God. I'm sorry, Oghram, I just got carried away. You're very different...but still handsome, and very strong. You have a...a remarkable body."

An impossible body. This wasn't something that weight lifting and working out could account for. This was far more than that. She'd have to have blood work done on him to find out for sure but...but this man was no longer human, she was sure of it.

And if he wasn't human...what did he look like...down there? Ohh, that was a nice but not a very productive thought. "I should leave you to your work and privacy, but I will be back to see you. Often, if that's all right with you." She really didn't want to go; she felt a strange desire to learn more about him and to touch him again. And to have him touch her, which was far from professional. "Before I go, may I ask if you've ever seen anyone else like you? Or are all the rest of us in these "human shells?" Do you think there's a way what you see could get out?"

This was important. If he was trapped in the delusion, so much the better. But if there was a way for it to spread in his mind, she had to know and try to slow it down or halt it.

"Aye, though I doubt you should. Oghram only got out of his human shell because of his mind having been within it. Thus Oghram didn't need to try anything to change back to his true self, he was already changing on his own." The Orc then took the clothes he had made, revealing themselves to be a leather corset with fur lining the inside and the edges, elbow length leather gloves with furry insides as well and thigh high leather boots with high heels, also furry inside. And to go along with the corset was a pair of skin tight pantyhouses made out of what seemed to be silk.

"Orgham shall go hunt tomorrow, knew of new Healer's arrival, prepared gifts as shown by nature in dreams, take these with honour. Oghram have to prepare ritual for good hunt." The orc then handed the bundle of impossibly finely made clothes, all made after the outfits of her favorite night elf character. With his work delivered Orgham went towards an altar shaped with different symbols and figurines praising natue and knelled down before in deep meditation while smearing red coloured warpaint over his torso and face.

Valerie was floored as she held out her arms on impulse and Oghram laid the well made and lovely leather garments in her arms. She gasped at the craftsmanship as well as the appearance. This was what...this was what her character's RP gear was. How did...how could he know?

She stared up at him in shock as he handed them over and then went to prepare his ritual. "Oghram...these are...wonderful gifts, thank you." Valerie shook herself, "I won't disturb your ritual; good luck with your hunt. I'll be back to see you soon."

So it was a that a much more interested and confused Valerie headed back to her suite of rooms at the asylum. She needed to think about what she'd heard, seen, and felt. ...And she wanted to try these clothes on too, if she was honest. Maybe she'd take a picture for Oghram...or maybe she'd wear them for him...but that wouldn't be professional...

Oghram spent hours in front of the Altar, the red war paint was traced only once every half an hour, each time traced only five inches each time, and by the fall of the sun he was painted in a tribal war pattern that made him look very feral indeed. After he had painted his body he began to care for his equipment, he pulled out a bow made out of ironoak and the horns of a great elk, a quiver of arrows, a great dagger and lastly, a backpack made out of fur and leather filled with tools and resources needed for his hunt.

As the moon rose and the hour struck midnight the orc left the asylum under darkness and his senses stretched across the mountains, his guard, having learned his hunting patern, followed him with a camera by the new doctor's orders. She managed to keep up with him barely, the large orc leaped over rocks, stocks, stomps and cliffs with inhuman vigor. His bow was drawn back and aimed at least a dozen times and he waited for endless minutes for his target to approach, and each time his arrow struck true. Each target was skinned, butchered and foraged before put in an oiled leather sack that was hidden to be gathered later.

His final hunt was a personal one, he had caught the scent of a majestic beast nearby and he drew his dagger as a loud rumble was emitted from the mountain. A great grizzly emerged from the forage of snow and trees, its eyes gleeming with insane bloodlust. Oghram stood fearless and held out his dagger in a reverse grip. The bear charged, its massive paw rearing back and then flowing forward, but missed as the agile orc moved to the side and let the great bear strick the stone behind him. The bear roared in pain as it felt soem of its claws crack an break by the blow upon the stone.

Seizing the opportunity he was given Oghram grasped his massive arms around the bears head, he stood at equal size with the great beast as he stood on another rock behind it, and as the bear tried to tear him off it couldn't reach him. Its great neck muscles tried to pull him off but he was gripping the edge of the roc beneath him with his bare feet ,his boots discarde a few seconds earlier, now only protected by linen bandages. He began to tighten his grip and slowly the great bear's struggle began to end and then it slumped forward, out cold. A normal human hunter would have killed the beast but Oghram just shifted the great animal on its side and noticed a bullet wound on its left side. Taking out ythe bullet and sealing the would he bowed the great beasts before making his way back home, unaware that his entire hunt had been recorded by his baffled guard.

When he returned to the asylum he was dragging a makeshift wagon filled with sacks filled with deer, boar, hare and a single great elk. Dragging the thigns into the kitchen area of his room as the su nbegan to rise he was turning the fur and skin into leather and furred hides, while meat was chopped up, organs grinded and mixed with blood before turned into sausages and the piles of bones, horns and tusks were put in a basket to be worked on later in his room. His bloody work done the orc returned to his room where he laid down on a hammock and went to sleep, deciding to clean his sweaty body when he wakes up.

Valerie got to unpacking once she got into her rooms, but in her mind she kept turning over the meeting with Oghram. It was so fascinating; his delusion was masterfully constructed. And yet there were things that weren't delusional at all.

The crafting he did was impossible. She'd inspected her necklace and the clothes he'd given her and there was no way anyone could make such things on the spot, in a matter of seconds, and with those tools. The leather had been tooled, styled, and even embossed in places. He didn't have the tools to do half of those things, let alone the time! A finished piece like any of them would have taken weeks of work, yet he made the whole outfit in about fifteen minutes.

It might have been sleight of hand; maybe he'd prepared the garments ahead of time and just switched them out when she was distracted. But that seemed unlikely. Even if the staff had told him a new doctor was coming, she'd only agreed to come here two weeks ago. Not enough time to make all this, unless he spent all his time on it, and his time was very well documented. The asylum hadn't done well in keeping his delusion contained but their records and tracking of his activity were excellent.

Valerie found herself absently stripping down once she'd finished unpacking, her night clothes and the ones Oghram had made for her laid out on her bed. Her large breasts hung in the air, defying gravity, her stomach flat and toned, legs long and shapely. She walked into her bathroom and turned on the shower, mulling it all over.

Hot water flowed down her body, her dark skin glistening under the flow. Then there was his body to consider. He was so...inhuman. She wasn't a physician or a biologist, so she shouldn't really come to any conclusion but it just didn't seem possible that he'd be so different. So big and so strong. Such large hands.

She bit her lower lip and let her hands slip between her legs. God, she was wet down there, and not from the shower alone. There was something about Oghram that made her just...ohh, just want him. She wanted to feel those hands on her, feel him spread her legs and spear her with his massive, thick, green orc dick....

She breathed harder and harder as her hands worked, one petting her pussy and her clit, the other pumping a pair of fingers in and out of her tight snatch. In her mind, she imagined Oghram claiming her, taking her on her back, on all fours, making her suck his huge dick. Valerie cried out in the shower as she came, squirting on her fingers, her hips bucking.

Minutes later, clean and drying herself off, Valerie came back into the room with a smile on her face. She looked at the clothes the orc had made for her, laid out on the bed. "...Hm. Why not?" She'd get the tape of Oghram's hunt tomorrow and review it before she went to see him. And when she did...she'd wear her biggest coat, the one that covered her to the tips of her feet, and underneath...

Valerie grinned before slipping into bed. This was already shaping up to be a very good assignment, indeed.

Oghram got out of his hammock as the sun rose to the highest point, his dreams had been vivid and wild. He was unsure what he had dreamt off but it had left his loinclothe stained with his seed and his body sweating pheromones. Deciding to clean up his loinclothe and hammock the orc couldn't help but ponder the message nature had spoken to him in his dreams, it told him it was time for him to mate. At first he had thought nature was high on those toxic fumes again, but then he realized it was completely serious, it wanted him to breed and not just one partner but many.

It wasn't an obvious message but he could tell that nature wanted him to bring the species of Azeroth to life in this magicless realm, a way to cure nature since with the human as they were woudl the world not last another thousand years. Oghram decided to get his thoughts straight, taking a shower he put on a fresh tunic along with boots, gloves and a protective shoulder pauldron of fur covered leathe,r he then took one of the dull weapons he used for practice, a massive halberd with a line of green runes along its blade. He got out to the courtyard where he got to a yard of stones.

He jumped up onto the first rock and calmly held out his weapon before he began to smoothly dance, swirlign his weapon around him almost liek a Jedi, Oghram looekd so serene and calm as he swung his weapon it made it seem as if he was one with nature irtself as he calmly pulled on the massive weapo nas if it was a wooden staff. Within a few moments was he in a full flurry and his weapo nwas whistling through the air, the fallign snow parting in swirls as it flew through them, creating a beautiful spiral of snow petals around the green orc as he trained.

Meanwhile was the doctor watching his hunting movie along with his guard, eating some of the freshly butchered elk he had killed last night, prepared by the asylum chefs who found their orc hunter to be a good hand in the kitchen.

Valerie leaned back in her chair as the video came to an end. There had been a lot of fast forwarding, as there was hours and hours of footage of the hunt and she wasn't about to watch all of it. But what she saw was both impressive and disturbing. Again, she had seen things that simply weren't possible. His preparations of the animals he slew, his subduing the bear with his bare hands, all of it was just..."Insane."

It also made her want Oghram even more, which was not good.

"Great diagnosis, Doc," the guard said with a grin. Jasmine Thursday was a slender and athletic woman with sharp features, a pleasing body, and sunny blond hair. "We knew that."

"I don't mean him," Valerie said with a smile. She liked the other woman already. Jasmine was observant, clever, and tough. "I mean what he was doing. I have relatives who hunt and I know that the things he's doing should take him twice as long to do, at least."

The guard shrugged, "Maybe he's just good at what he does."

"He is that, but it's also more. A lot of the work just gets done, did you notice?" She moved the footage back to the last animal that he'd killed and cleaned. "There. One moment he's slitting the underside to gut it and the next, the guts are already out and in a pile over there. He didn't do it, it just happened."

Jasmine frowned, "Yeah, I was trying not to pay attention to that. He does...a lot of strange stuff like that."

Valerie shook her head, "I don't know what's going on here. I've thought and thought about it and none of this makes sense unless..."

The other woman quirked a brow, "Unless?"

The psychologist sighed, "Unless I consider things that are either impossible or would get me laughed out of the asylum."

"Don't be so sure." Jasmine shook her head, "He's been here a long time now and stuff's just gotten weirder. We all want to know what's going on, and I think...well, for me anyway, I'd be about ready to believe anything if it made sense of all this."

"Hm." Valerie considered that. "I'll keep you posted. Would you go tell Oghram that I'd like to see him in his rooms in about twenty minutes?" She stood up and smiled at the guard, "I want to change before I see him."


Valerie stood by the entrance to Oghram's lair. The lovely woman was bundled up in a huge coat that covered her entirely, from the neck down to sweeping the ground, not even her feet visible.

She felt nervous and anxious. What she was wearing under her big coat, well, it could get her in trouble to be doing this. But it would get a good rapport with her patient, and...and she wanted him to like her, and like her in these clothes.

Oghram was inside after his weapon practice and he was not finished practicing yet, now he was doing sit ups, a roast of elk was hanging over his fireplace, his sweat covered body glistered like a sort of dark emerald or jade stone. As the doctor entered the room covered by her coat the orc had to maintain control as he felt the strange scent from yesterday, though stronger, much stronge,r and it was making it hard to keep his dick fro mgrowing erect. Standing up from his push up the orc stretched his shoulders, neck, spine and arms as he spoke to the doctor who seemed to be staring at his chest as he stretched his body.

"Good day Healer Valerie, Oghram hope she enjoyed the elk meat he prepared, asked chefs to make it for your lunch as a dinner of welcome. Hear it is human custom to welcome newcomers with good food." Oghram then took his knife and cut off a large piece of the roast over the fireplace, it smelled of honey, herbs and rich delicious meat. Biting into the hand sized meat the orc took a drink of water from a water bottle before sitting down on his rock and bumped his chest, letting otu a low burp. "Sorry if not eating properly but Oghram eats first meal after hunt with traditional manners of clan, fork and knife only allowed after first meal has bee nconsumed."

He waited for her to speak while he tried to maintain control over his hormones ,he knew nature wanted him to mate and breed but he doubted this night elf woman, though i na human shell, would seek to mate with him. If Valerie looked upon the figurine of her elven self she'd notice a figurine next to it, also a female shape, a very familiar female shape similar to that of Jasmine, in the shape of a draenei woman dressed in armour. (Images of Jasmine's Draenei Self (with armour) (without armour))

Valerie smiled at him, trying not to lick her lips at his masculine, gorgeous body covered in sweat. God! She felt a faint throb between her legs. "Hello, Oghram. Yes, I did get the food. I've never had elf before, it was very good. You hunt and cook well."

She made sure that the door was firmly closed and then her hands went to the coat and slowly unzipped it, "I have a lot I'd like to talk to you about today, and ask you, but I wanted to show you something first."

Valerie pulled the large coat off and set it down on a rack by the door. Rather than her normal clothes, she was wearing the leather garments that Oghram had made for her yesterday. The corset pushed her large tits together and up in the best way, displaying them and making them look even larger and more enticing. The gloves left much of her smooth, round arms and her shoulders bare. The pantyhose clung to her body, skintight and shaping, hiding her sex from view where the corset and the thigh boots stopped. "The clothes you made me fit perfectly, and they feel wonderful. Thank you for them."

She turned around to show her whole self to him before facing him again with a smile. "Do you like how I look?"

(You should find some images for what Valerie's Night Elf self will look like, if you have time.)

OOC: Like this.

Oghram looked upon the beautiful woman in front of him and he couldn't help but stare upon her for a good while, it was rare for him to see such a beautiful woman in real flesh dressed like this. Okay that was a lie, he had never seen a woman so beautiful or dressed so predatory and heh ad made the clothes. "You look reslly beautiful Valerie, Oghram thinks you will draw the attention of many male suitors. Though Oghram doubt a woman like Healer Valerie could not have a mate of her own."

He then turned around as to not stare too much at her and made a show of reaching down to find something, whiel in fact he was trying to keep his head clear. If he didn't stop imagining himself claiming this woman as his first he wouldn't be able to stop it from coming true, and he doubted that if she was mated or had a future mate, then that mman wouldn't appreciate his woman gettign pregnant by an orc.

As he tried to keep his head clear he barely noticed the woman approaching, but he couldn't help but notice it, trying to keep his head clear he grasped a book of blank pages from the ground and began to frantically sketch in it with a pen made otu of a carved bone with a slot of ink vials. He had intended for the sketch to be of no importance but as he finished thel ast lines he had instead made a sketch of Valerie's elven shape, wearing a very revealing priestess robe, her civillian outfit, bending over with a small but lustful smirk. Just like she was doing right now as she peered over his shoulder and looked upon his sketch, her cleavage and corset pressign agaisnt his warm sweaty back, while her hands rubbed his strong biceps.

Valerie couldn't help but laugh and blush at his praise, "Thank you, Oghram. You flatter me. To think that so big and talented a hunter thinks I'm beautiful...I'm honored." And aroused. God, what was wrong with her? She felt...so turned on and so suddenly eager. The cave-like space felt much hotter and smaller. "But you're actually wrong. I don't have a mate; a husband or a boyfriend right now."

She stepped closer as he turned away and sat, sketching it looked like in a book. Something had agitated the man-turned-orc. "Oghram, are you all right?" Valerie took a few steps closer. She felt a strange tension in the air and her professional training told her she should leave now. But instead she walked up behind him, as if drawn by an invisible cord to the green-skinned goliath.

The human woman leaned over his shoulder to see a finished drawing of...her. It was her face and her expression, a sassy little smirk she knew well. But it was her as a Night Elf again. "That's me...it's a lovely picture. Though I'm not quite that well endowed." She chuckled and moved her hand down, brushing his bicep. Oh, God. She shivered at the accidental touch and nibbled her lower lip. All the things she'd thought of in the shower yesterday and this morning rushed back on her.

Valerie rubbed herself against his strong shoulder and back and then stepped back, embarrassed. "Oh, I'm-I'm sorry, Oghram." She licked her lips and watched the orc. Her heart was beating faster, and her breath was coming quicker. "Do you have...a mate Oghram? I know from reading your file that it's been a long time since you've had a woman. I mean, uh, a relationship."

Swallowing Oghram gathered his control as she leaned against him, and almost groaned in displeasure as she stepped back. He had to retain control or he didn't know what would happen. His dick was hard and throbbing against his loinclothe like a magic wand overflowing with mana, okay corny analogy but it felt fitting. "No, Ogrhram has never felt the touch of a woman. Oghram once felt close to a blood elf named Cecilia, she was friend way back, no know where she has gone now. Not been able to have proper life with mate as being hunter and adventurer makes too much danger for family life."

Oghram then stood up and forced his cock to stay flaccid, thoguh he only managed to get it to hang down, thoguh still half hard, was it enough for hi mto keep control. Then as he turned around he saw her and as she spoke up again he couldn't help it any longer, as he watched her lips move as she spoke about relations he felt his body flow with heat and before he could register what had happened had he stepped forward, warped one arm around the woman waist, his hand grasping her ass, and lifted her upp, pressing her body agaisnt his and he kissed her, pressing his lips and tongue against her smaller ones, his tusks gently rubbing agaisnt her cheeks. His hardened dick rose up from its flaccid state and his free hand reached up to her beautiful face and strokes her hair as he pressed her motuh against his as his tongue played with hers, her hands grasping his shoulders as she moans into his kiss. Both of them lost in their built up and released passion.

Her eyes went wide as he got up and turned to face her, seeing the shape of his massive manhood deforming his loincloth. "That's a shame, Oghram, I-" She couldn't say more, because in the next moment he was upon her.

He lifted her to him, and off the ground, with the hand that grabbed and cradled her ass. Her soft curves pressed into and pillowed against his hard body and he was kissing her. His tusks were hard and cool on her cheeks, and his lips and tongue were hungry.

God, oh, no! This was wrong! She should stop this, right now. It was a violation of every rule for a psychologist and a patient, but...oh, she wanted it!

Her hands moved to his shoulders, rubbing his powerful muscles. She moaned into his lips as his tongue pushed into her mouth and tasted her, claimed her. Valerie arched her back to press her corset-constrained breasts more firmly against him.

She could feel his hot, hard, heavy cock rubbing against her leg and shifted to grind her thigh against it. The kiss broke and she panted for breath a moment before she spoke, "Then let me be the first, Oghram. Feel my touch and my body and take me."