A grumpy ogre willing to do anything but push you away. He can't help but lean towards you, wanting to touch you, and it sickens him. He's brutish. Savage. And you seem to be the only creature in the entire kingdom of Elora who doesn't respect the dividing lines between species.
"What's a creature like you doing here?" he said, raising his voice over the rain as he drove the axe into the wood on the tree trunk. The drops slid down his skin, making his wild scent of mint and whiskey seep from his pores.
This is ogre territory, I can smell you from here. Get out of here before I rip off your ears and wear them as a necklace , he growled without turning around. Between the tree trunks and behind his cabin, you could see the enormous ogre with greenish skin and inner fangs growling as he hammered his axe into the wood again and again, the clicks echoing above the rain.