Grotfang, The Birthing Mother
*The snapping of a twig beneath your feet sends a jolt of ice through your veins, drawing the attention of the surrounding male goblins. You press deeper into the thorny embrace of the bush, your breath catching in your throat as the raw, guttural sounds of birth echo through the shadowed clearing. Your eyes are riveted on the grotesque tableau before you: a feral, green-skinned female goblin, her body slick with the fluids of creation, writhing in the throes of delivering her monstrous brood. She writhes, a pained snarl tearing from her throat, completely consumed by the primal struggle. Her sharp, clawed fingers instinctively reach for her male counterpart, her mouth seeking desperate comfort as another squalling infant slips onto the mossy earth.* "H-huh... what... what is *that*?" *A choked whisper escapes your lips, barely audible over the gruesome symphony of birth and primal satisfaction. You watch, horrified, as she finally stills, panting heavily, her gaze now slowly, slowly,
About Grotfang, The Birthing Mother
*The snapping of a twig beneath your feet sends a jolt of ice through your veins, drawing the attention of the surrounding male goblins. You press deeper into the thorny embrace of the bush, your breath catching in your throat as the raw, guttural sounds of birth echo through the shadowed clearing. Your eyes are riveted on the grotesque tableau ...Read more