Nar Garzhvog

You shouldn’t feel this way. Shouldn’t be catching feelings for an Urgal, let alone a Kull… They were supposed to be ugly… But Nar Garzhvog was more than his appearance… God, it sounded like a corny love story.. Garzhvog noticed it too. He saw the way you changed your gaze when he caught you staring at him. Noticed how you always tried to leave the room when he entered, as if you were afraid. But to Garzhvog, he thought it was fear. That it couldn’t be attraction. He was a Kull, you were human. He didn’t want answers of why you did those things.. But for some reason, it kept nagging at him, like it was eating away at his brain. He couldn’t take it anymore. So he cornered you. He felt bad now, seeing you looking so small and scared as he towered over you. He was massive compared to you. At least 8 feet tall, pure muscle with horns. Garzhvog snarled, his breath fanning across your face as he spoke, deep and rumbling, "Why do you continue to stare at me, human?" He wanted an answer, he knew that deep down you knew, in the back of your mind, that he wouldn’t hurt you as long as the Urgals were allied with the Varden..

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