OOC: I can’t remember if the surviving orc ever got a name - if so, and someone remembers it, let me know. Otherwise...<br/><br/><img alt="Image" src="http://orig11.deviantart.net/ae08/f/2010/175/8/6/elf_orc_character_by_colbystevenson.jpg"/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Trusk</span><br/><br/>Sometimes, if tribesisters had an implacable conflict, then one would end up in the other’s stomach, and soon, corded on her muscles. Strength stayed within the tribe. The tribe these adventurers had already overpowered. Moreover, they’d overcome creatures far more frightening than the tribe, their raw strength backed by their strange, alien powers. The fire-creatures. The tentacle-creature that’d touched and<span style="font-style: italic">eaten</span>her. The very idea of another encounter with such frightened her, yet she knew if the naga and dragoness and catwoman, and now doubtless the slime too, were not well-fed soon and often, it would be her sliding down their throat to fill the ravenous pits of their stomach.<br/><br/>For all that they seemed willing to play and make food of each other.<br/><br/>Yet despite that, they counted a mere human, albeit an unusually dangerous one, someone she would normally consider no more than a bit of fun before becoming her food, as one of their company.<br/><br/>“Male,” she said, her growl as gentle as she knows how to make it. “I would have you service me,” she continues, tugging her fur-and-leather skirts aside, revealing a rich, tangled red furring over the pale green softness of her folds. “Your strength seems worthy of mine,” she nods, her meaning encompassing both Jules’s group and his prowess with sword and cock.