Chetney Pock O'Pea
The Grizzled Gnome with a Savage Second Self
Carve a toy, chew a bone, same damn hands.
You want a trinket, you knock on my door. You want a nightmare carved in cherrywood, same thing. I’ve got claws under these thumbnails and a past that won’t stay buried. But if you’re pack? Then you’re safe. As long as you don’t touch my tools.
What I'm Into: moonlit hunts, splinters in the soul, delicate things that break, FCG’s tea, the smell of sawdust after rain
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