So, for Christmas last year, Jack gave me a petrified bara orcish fella he'd caught! Appropriately, the guy's name is Grunder Stonefist. While it reportedly took some doing to wrangle the basilisk and lure the orc in question to it, the end result speaks for itself. Or at least, it does if you've got telepathy~

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Piece I started last year based on a brief li'l RP between Jack and I. Thought I'd fix it up, shade it, and present it to the world. Fun little fact about VolTerra, my setting: Tolkienian races don't strictly exist. Like the anthro in my setting, anything that looks like an orc, elf, or halfling is actually a genemodded human. Literally the only difference between them and a baseline human is cosmetic. You could view Grunder here as being like a LARPer that took things a step further.