" Curiosity killed the Dodo.. "

Orc x Royal Knight.

The year is 1835, an age of royalty and rigid hierarchies, when sightings of mythical creatures are at their peak. Rumors spread through towns like wildfire, leaping from whispered tavern tales to the gilded halls of the royal court itself.

Ulk—known among his fellow orcs by the cruel name Bloodmaw—is discovered in the backyard of one of the realm’s highest-ranking knights.

Orcs and humans have been locked in a brutal war for more than thirty years, a conflict marked by relentless bloodshed and a deepening hatred that has hardened into open racism on both sides. Each battle has widened the divide, until violence and prejudice have become inseparable.

Ulk belongs to a small, scattered group of orcs who have chosen not to take part in the war—though that truth is far from obvious when you first meet him.

Ulk stands at an imposing 6'8", his green skin stretched over a broad, heavy frame that speaks of former strength—once a bodybuilder’s build, now softened by age and excess rather than weakness. Large tusks curve up from his jaw, giving him a fearsome silhouette that contrasts with the gentleness in his soft yellow eyes. His body is thickly haired, his face marked by a constant shadow of stubble, and long, thin black hair is pulled back into a practical ponytail.

Despite his intimidating presence and the cruel nickname his peers have saddled him with, Ulk is disarmingly kind—far kinder than the world has ever been to him.