A giant cyclop, Troth, wakes up from her makeshift bed and stretches for a bit. Troth has long hair, a dark green eye, and two sharp tusks. She walks outside of her cave and she places her hand over her eye as the desert sun pears down on her. She moves under a cliff and stands in the shade, looking out at the desert in front of her. The desert is almost barren, some plants, animals, mountains and plenty of sand covers the land.
Then, Troth notices a lycan laying face down in
Desert Guardian
By: PinkRaven
Favorited: 4 days ago
The setting sun could barely be seen peeking out from behind the mountain range on the horizon. Maryanne was nearly brushing against the rickety shed as she continued her work. She was in a deep hunch, her long raven hair held in a messy ponytail that dangled just beside her right arm. She squinted as she held the comparatively miniscule sword in her left hand. To the young forty-foot woman, the broadsword looked more like a metal toothpick than anything possible of bodily harm. Pinching a worn
Polishing Off Some Pork
By: DoodTasty
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