Wandering with a Werewolf
“hnnnh, you’re a meany, gmork...”, the boy pouted, but nevertheless rubbed his head against the muscular pecs, both roughly as big as the boy’s skull.
Nothing Never Ends
Or had he been sent to confront the gmork. to face off against the champion of the nothing and defeat him once and for all. gmork licked his lips in excitement. oh, he _hoped_ that was the case.
Gmork
gmork stands tall, at least seven feet, his ears adding another several inches, though he rarely rises to his full height. instead his head is often lowered, the better to take in the typically smaller denizens of the world he now finds himself in.