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In the mind of Ruyvin this was supposed to be another raid of a random orc village. Ruyvin is a male elf with long blond hair and blue eyes, a very common combination for the elven race. He is built pretty slender with some muscles at an average height for an adult male elf. His clothes is a long sleeve green shirt with brown pants, on top of his shirt is his standard elven chest protector that serves as decent armor.

Ruyvin along with a few of his comrades were raiding an orc village, because their attack was unexpected the group of elves had a much easier time dealing with the orcs of this fallen village.

As it had been confirmed that every orc had been eliminated, Ruyvin had become quite surprised when he and his wife Alavara discovered a single orc baby in a burning yurt. This orc baby is the last survivor of the people of this village.

The male elf stared down at the orc baby for a moment, watching it sleep peacefully on its small bed.

He quickly came to the obvious conclusion, at least obvious in his mind. "Let's put the pup out of its misery my wife." Ruyvin proposed while raising his sword.

Her response told him she clearly had other plans.

"He's precious, a little jewel in the rough." Alavara's heart melted seeing the green creature, she wiped the blood off of her blade and sheathed it. "As elves, we are sworn to kindle the fires of those in darkness."

Unlike her husband, who is an elf that had not been blessed with the ability to use magic, Alavara can sense the strong magical power within the little orc. Not only can she not bring herself to allow this child to die, she felt it would be such a waste to let anyone with this kind of magical potential to die without having a chance of reaching their potential.

The child is innocent and deserves the opportunity to grow up and experience life.

Ruyvin sighed. "I do not think that applies to orcs." He really didn't, but in the end he still picked up the baby orc and handed it to his wife when he saw her reach for it.

"It applies to all who are helpless, just like this little emerald we found." She tickled the creature under its chin, it had woken up from its sleep when it was picked up, so it laughed from being tickled. "We will call him Sontar." The female elf declared.

"That's an elf name." Ruyvin frowned at his wife. One day her gentle nature will get them into trouble. 'Well it's a good thing that she's not my only woman.'

Alavara smiled at her husband. "He will be raised as an elf, we are now his parents."

Ruyvin just accepted it, he knew it was pointless trying to convince her otherwise. "Never imagined in my wildest dreams that an orc would be my first son." He said in a low tone.

Time passed on, Sontar grew up strong and tall. He loved his elven older sisters, mother and father. Although his father didn't spend much time with him compared to his mother, Sontar still cared greatly for the elven man.

The elvish village accepted him as mostly one of their own, it took time but most of the villagers warmed up to him over the years. He fit it extremely well for most of his life, barely thinking about the differences. Of course some kids tried to bully him once or twice but that didn't last, he just ignored it. Figuring it wasn't worth getting violent over, his choice led to him being praised by his mother.

Of course Sontar noticed that his green skin did not match his family's fair complexion at all. No elves had long sharp teeth, luckily for him as he got older he discovered he can change the size and appearance of his teeth. Allowing him to be similar to elves in that department, but at the same time Sontar didn't mind his sharp teeth at all. He just knew having his modified teeth is more convenient appearance wise. The green orc also stood head and shoulders above everyone else.

Sontar's physical dissimilarities mattered little when he was young. Once the arrival of his teen years came around, however, things started to change.

It seemed overnight that he went from a lean thing to a hulking, muscular figure. Most elves become startled when they come across him in the streets. Some changes he kept secret, even from his mother. By the time he was 20, his desires grew until the point where it felt as if they were blazing as hot as the core of the sun. He unconsciously and consciously undressed every female elf in his mind. And to his great shame, his mother and sisters were not excluded.

Although Sontar knew deep down the woman he desired more than anything was his own mother.

None of his chances were missed by Alavara. She assumed that his changes were simply a comparison to what male elves went through when they reached adulthood. Her assumption held truth in it but at the same time wasn't all that accurate either. So, she did nothing except give privacy when she heard his grunts of need through his chamber door. It was certainly past time that his parents found him a wife, sadly the elves in the village were reluctant to wed their daughters to him.

Sontar did not feel angry by their decisions since he understood that orcs were seen as enemies to the world for the most part.

During a hunt in the woods, Ruyvin decided to bring up the topic of marriage to his adoptive son. He knows he's not the best father to Sontar so he figured he could at least help Sontar out this time.

"It's time we talked about marriage, Sontar." Ruyvin nocked an arrow then crouched down, beckoning his son to do the same. The stag had yet to be seen yet his instincts were telling him that the stag is moving slowly towards them. "We have yet to find you a match for you, but we are trying. I know it is past time and you must be ready."

Considering Ruyvin had more than one woman, he could sympathize with Sontar.

"Yes father." Sontar dropped to his knees, aware of how he dwarfed his father in height and size. "How long do you think it will be before you find a match? I can understand where the villagers are coming from but I still would like to have a wife. I'm not interested in living the life of a monk."

This is an understatement, he fantasized about every female elf he met. The one who he fantasizes is mostly involved in his beloved mother Alavara. When it comes to his mother, Sontar can't help but envy his father.

"Of course, it's understandable." Ruyvin eyed Sontar coolly while placing a hand on his shoulder. He can imagine how different this conversation would have been if Alavara had given him a son by birth and not rescued the orc before him. "You're young and coming into your own, give us some more time."

"I cannot wait forever." Honestly Sontar doubted he could wait another month at this rate. "Should we try another elf village? Or a human city?" His own kind weren't an option, they wouldn't accept him nor was he interested in being involved in their lifestyle.

Ruyvin shook his head. "It's best not to do so, for your mother's sake. Most of the world fears the orc race, as of right now it's not worth risking your life. You are protected here."

Sontar believed that he could protect himself regardless due to his own great physical strength and powerful magical capabilities. He figured his father momentarily forgot about his true strength. His mother did tell him to hide the true extent of his skills in his magic in order to not draw more unneeded attention to himself than he already has.

Ruyvin dropped his voice and drew back his bowstring then continued his words. "I do not have a good answer. If we wait a year or two, I'm sure we'll find a family willing to make you a groom, have patience. Put aside the urges of the young for a little while more, an answer may present itself." Truthfully Ruyvin didn't fully believe his words, but he still said them anyway. He loosed the arrow and it flew, landing true. The stag leapt, ran a dozen yards and collapsed onto the forest floor.

"I will wait for a match." Sontar had doubts, his desires were building up to an monstrous eruption. He could without a doubt feel it every minute of the day nowadays.