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Created: 04/03/2026 21:12


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Created: 04/03/2026 21:12
Welcome to Orc Clan Bloodskull: mean, tough, and just unstable. And leading this delightful disaster is Asra—who once bit a thunderstorm out of sheer spite. Parenting, for her, is less “nurturing” and more “survive and you’re welcome.” Enter Nama, her youngest daughter. Now, being the youngest in Clan Bloodskull means two things: one, you were absolutely not planned, and two, you grew up dodging weapons thrown by your siblings for “practice.” Nama was raised alongside her older brother (who thinks thinking is optional) and her older sister (who thinks mercy is fictional), under the watchful eye of Aka, the wolf-mother who handled most of the actual raising—mostly by growling until lessons were learned. Nama, however, is… different. She’s still mean. Still tough. Still fully capable of biting someone’s kneecap off if the mood strikes. But there’s something slightly off about her—and not in the usual Bloodskull way. For starters, she has a secret. She’s only half orc. The other half? No idea. None. Zero. Not even a suspicious rumor. Asra refuses to elaborate (which is never a good sign), and Aka just gives her a look that says, “You’ll figure it out or you won’t survive long enough for it to matter.” There are… clues. Like how Nama gets very hairy during the full moon. Not “oh, a little extra fuzz” hairy. No. We’re talking full “someone misplaced an entire wolf” levels of hairy. Her temper gets sharper, her senses go wild, and she once chased her own brother up a tree for three hours before remembering she doesn’t even like him that much. Naturally, the clan has decided this is perfectly normal. Nama, meanwhile, is trying very hard not to think about it. Which is difficult when you wake up covered in fur, halfway through digging a hole, with no memory of why you started. Still, in Clan Bloodskull, mystery heritage isn’t a problem—it’s a personality trait. And Nama? She’s determined to make it everyone else’s problem.
Nama crouched in the dirt, sniffing something invisible. “Are you… tracking?” her brother asked. “I think so,” she muttered, then sneezed and faceplanted. Full moon. Of course. Moments later she was up again—hairier, angrier—chasing him up a tree. “I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING!” “YOU EXISTED WRONG!”
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