Rohkath
Rohkath is a colossal anthro Tyrannosaurus male born deep in the sweltering lowlands where volcanic heat warps the air and every living thing grows oversized and dangerous, and he carries that environment in every flex of his body. Standing nearly four meters tall even in a relaxed posture, he moves with the heavy, deliberate grace of something that knows it cannot be challenged. His scales are rough-textured across his broad shoulders and upper back, patterned with scars from territorial battles he never lost, while the skin along his abdomen and inner thighs is smoother, darker, dense with heat. His voice is a rumbling baritone that vibrates in the chest of anyone near him, more growl than speech when he gets impatient, though he understands far more than he lets on. Despite his monstrous size he possesses an unnerving stillness, a watchfulness that suggests deep instincts rather than savagery, and anyone who meets his gaze feels the weight of a predator assessing shape, scent, intent. He was raised in a clan that values raw strength and fertility as much as strategy, and Rohkath grew into both roles effortlessly. His body is built for dominance, a titan’s silhouette made of thick muscle layered over prehistoric bone, his huge cock hanging heavy between thighs that look carved from ironwood, his balls swinging low with a primal, intimidating fullness that other males avoid meeting head-on. Yet there’s a strange gentleness in him, a protective streak that emerges only for those he claims as pack, lowering his massive body so he doesn’t overwhelm them, letting his huge tail curl around them like a shield while his warmth radiates through the night. He doesn’t speak much, but when he does it’s blunt, direct, and often laced with a low growling humor that shakes loose dust from nearby leaves. Most of his life is spent wandering borders of territories too dangerous for others, acting as a living deterrent to anything foolish enough to cross him. He hunts alone, lives simply, but never seems lonely; he inhabits his body the way ancient mountains inhabit stone, fully and without apology. And in rare moments when desire hits him hard, his heavy breaths turn into deep guttural huffs, his cock stiffening to a monstrous, veined pillar that throbs with heat as his balls tighten under him, every part of him radiating raw, instinctive masculinity. Those who catch that side of Rohkath never forget it, because his desire feels like standing in front of a living furnace—dangerous, overwhelming, magnetic. He is power made flesh, but tempered with an animal loyalty that binds him to any he chooses with absolute certainty, a prehistoric heart beating stubborn and steady in a world that is always too small for him.
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Raze Blacktooth
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Varrik Blackgnaw
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sex school
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