Monday, December 20, 2010
Mojack's Holiday!
And another wonderful picture in my art exchange from Shiningmaxwell, I always seem to get him when Mojack is volunteered ;) Not that I'm complaining this is such a wonderful style of art.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Torrg and Hawksfeather IMAGE (NSFW)
An image done of the pair of them together in a very, very naughty way ;3 Done by Rubensum of Y! Gallery
VERY large on full view but nice!
Friday, November 5, 2010
IMAGE: Torrg's new Undies (Semi NSFW)
Oh much to my surprise and faith in Masquerade's talents he did yet another lovely doodle for Torrg based on his previous story. I thought the expressions were well thought out and the drawing turned out probably better than I could've done. THANK YOU BEAR BOY!
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
The Orc's New Undercloth (NSFW)
So some time back, I expressed interest in getting Torrg a G-string, or at least making him appear in one after seeing a Tauren's profile picture on Fur Affinity. That Tauren had become a friend of mine and for a while we RP storied together, we've since parted ways, but the last thing he gave me in a story was one of those strings, here's Torrg's introduction to it, and despite what some may think... I think an orc would look UBER sexy in a pair! Seriously :)
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The silence of the Barrens at night was a wonder to behold as Torrg seated himself near the crackling flames of his campfire. After a trip to Ratchet, he had chosen to settle down only a couple of miles to the south of the Crossroads for the night, he had removed his tunic and shoulder pads and sat cross legged before the fire, letting the light and warmth caress his torso on this cooler-than-usual night on the plains. Torrg sat with his eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of the night air mixed with the warm fire, listening to the distant insects in the dark letting off screeches and trills that filled the area with their song. Occasionally, one of the sounds would fall silent, and the sound of a bark, or a roar would take its place. Torrg reached into the satchel on his hip, fumbling around with his large green fingers until they slid across something smooth and he withdrew a small curved black pipe from the container. Extracting a small pouch from the end he tapped a small amount of scented tobacco into the opening. He took a small stick nearby and jutted it into the fire, letting the end light up and he brought it to the small pipe, puffing lightly as he felt the warmth and heat of the smoke touch his lips, filling it with the scent of lilac, which he puffed out in a relaxed stream of air as he leaned back. His eyes turned to the sky again, counting out the countless dots of light that hovered in the heavens above, he sighed and inhaled another long drag, letting the smoke curl around his nostrils before releasing it again.
As the shaman returned his pouch of tobacco to his satchel, his fingers felt a strange fabric within, and he pulled at it, releasing a small mass of somewhat shiny fabric that unfolded as he extracted it out. Torrg grunted in realization, it had been a gift from a former friend, a small undergarment that seemed like it could barely fit over his large muscled legs and hips. He chuckled a bit at it, hearing his teeth click on the pipe as he turned it over in his hands. The fabric was smooth to the touch, cool. It smelled fresh, Torrg had never gotten the chance to wear them. Looking up at his bed roll, he saw Growl lying there, sound asleep and he resisted the urge to wake him up to show the worgen what he'd found. Torrg shrugged to himself and stood up on his bare feet, sizing the underwear over his loins. It seemed stretchy enough around the string to allow it, why not?
Torrg held the pipe in his lips as he unbuckled his belt and unfastened the laces that tied his leather pants to him, letting his member fall out as he slid his fingers around and pulled his trousers down his legs, casually stepping out of them. The night air felt amazing on his crotch which was greeted with a cool breeze, causing the orc to instinctively scratch the hair around his loins and adjust his orbs slightly as he examined the underwear. He lifted a leg and found the left leg hole, stepping through it he repeated the process, pulling the slip up his legs. It stretched somewhat tight as they fell over his hips, and Torrg was momentarily surprised as the string that made up its back slid up between his backside cheeks, pressing firmly against his hole giving a slight discomfort as he got used to it. He slipped the front over his balls and laid it over his cock, lying the top of his briefs against the hair above his crotch, giving some buffer to the air outside. The inside was smooth, cool and very comfortable. Torrg smirked a bit as he patted himself curiously, the sensation arousing him somewhat, he saw the bulge pressed against him throb softly and let out an audible sigh. He was right, Torrg admitted to himself as he slipped the pipe from his lips. "These are comfortable." As his eyes shifted back to Growl, whose eyes had opened in a look of bewilderment, Torrg felt his cheeks warm a bit as he smiled.
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The silence of the Barrens at night was a wonder to behold as Torrg seated himself near the crackling flames of his campfire. After a trip to Ratchet, he had chosen to settle down only a couple of miles to the south of the Crossroads for the night, he had removed his tunic and shoulder pads and sat cross legged before the fire, letting the light and warmth caress his torso on this cooler-than-usual night on the plains. Torrg sat with his eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of the night air mixed with the warm fire, listening to the distant insects in the dark letting off screeches and trills that filled the area with their song. Occasionally, one of the sounds would fall silent, and the sound of a bark, or a roar would take its place. Torrg reached into the satchel on his hip, fumbling around with his large green fingers until they slid across something smooth and he withdrew a small curved black pipe from the container. Extracting a small pouch from the end he tapped a small amount of scented tobacco into the opening. He took a small stick nearby and jutted it into the fire, letting the end light up and he brought it to the small pipe, puffing lightly as he felt the warmth and heat of the smoke touch his lips, filling it with the scent of lilac, which he puffed out in a relaxed stream of air as he leaned back. His eyes turned to the sky again, counting out the countless dots of light that hovered in the heavens above, he sighed and inhaled another long drag, letting the smoke curl around his nostrils before releasing it again.
As the shaman returned his pouch of tobacco to his satchel, his fingers felt a strange fabric within, and he pulled at it, releasing a small mass of somewhat shiny fabric that unfolded as he extracted it out. Torrg grunted in realization, it had been a gift from a former friend, a small undergarment that seemed like it could barely fit over his large muscled legs and hips. He chuckled a bit at it, hearing his teeth click on the pipe as he turned it over in his hands. The fabric was smooth to the touch, cool. It smelled fresh, Torrg had never gotten the chance to wear them. Looking up at his bed roll, he saw Growl lying there, sound asleep and he resisted the urge to wake him up to show the worgen what he'd found. Torrg shrugged to himself and stood up on his bare feet, sizing the underwear over his loins. It seemed stretchy enough around the string to allow it, why not?
Torrg held the pipe in his lips as he unbuckled his belt and unfastened the laces that tied his leather pants to him, letting his member fall out as he slid his fingers around and pulled his trousers down his legs, casually stepping out of them. The night air felt amazing on his crotch which was greeted with a cool breeze, causing the orc to instinctively scratch the hair around his loins and adjust his orbs slightly as he examined the underwear. He lifted a leg and found the left leg hole, stepping through it he repeated the process, pulling the slip up his legs. It stretched somewhat tight as they fell over his hips, and Torrg was momentarily surprised as the string that made up its back slid up between his backside cheeks, pressing firmly against his hole giving a slight discomfort as he got used to it. He slipped the front over his balls and laid it over his cock, lying the top of his briefs against the hair above his crotch, giving some buffer to the air outside. The inside was smooth, cool and very comfortable. Torrg smirked a bit as he patted himself curiously, the sensation arousing him somewhat, he saw the bulge pressed against him throb softly and let out an audible sigh. He was right, Torrg admitted to himself as he slipped the pipe from his lips. "These are comfortable." As his eyes shifted back to Growl, whose eyes had opened in a look of bewilderment, Torrg felt his cheeks warm a bit as he smiled.
Friday, October 15, 2010
IMAGE: Kordnand (PG13)
My jaw dropped when I saw this sketch, this is going to be my gift for this month's WoW Art Exchange. And it makes me consider my whole idea of changing him into a Worgen when it comes available in Cataclysm. Kord in mid transformation. I mean look at him, he's so brutish and very feral just how I imagine him :3
And here is the colorized version, I am literally floored by the quality and depth to this!
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| Done by Zaebrael on Deviant Art |
And here is the colorized version, I am literally floored by the quality and depth to this!
Saturday, October 2, 2010
IMAGE: Mojack and Torrg (PG)
Mojo and Torrg, forever best friends, but not really fit for being sexual partners, which is where the joke comes in here :) I drew Mojo in his frisky heavily drunken state as often happens with Brewfest, and I really liked how it turned out. Enjoy!
Monday, September 27, 2010
Grokan Rockmaul
Torrg's father, Grokan in a set of statistics:
Age: 76 Years
Height: 7' 4"
Weight: 418 pounds
Class: Warrior (Venerable)
Grokan is the ornery lion heading the Rockmaul clan. Family numbers have dwindled to only two surviving members, Grokan and his son Torrg. Grokan is a proud warrior, fierce in battle, even at such an advanced age he still has a great deal of strength and ferocity with the blade. His skin is only a little darker than his son's but his eye looks silver in color as opposed to Torrg's pale red color. Grokan's other eye was sliced out after an encounter with a wild boar some time when Torrg was very young. He is stern and angry a lot of the times, and drunk more often than that. He still mourns the passing of his wife twenty years prior, and reacts to Torrg's moving away as an act of abandonment as the pair had never gotten off on the right foot anyway. He's always been more of a fan of scars than tattoos, wearing and showing off his most visual ones proudly, he has a thick ring in the center of his nostril as well as three blood red studs in each of his ears.
Age: 76 Years
Height: 7' 4"
Weight: 418 pounds
Class: Warrior (Venerable)
Grokan is the ornery lion heading the Rockmaul clan. Family numbers have dwindled to only two surviving members, Grokan and his son Torrg. Grokan is a proud warrior, fierce in battle, even at such an advanced age he still has a great deal of strength and ferocity with the blade. His skin is only a little darker than his son's but his eye looks silver in color as opposed to Torrg's pale red color. Grokan's other eye was sliced out after an encounter with a wild boar some time when Torrg was very young. He is stern and angry a lot of the times, and drunk more often than that. He still mourns the passing of his wife twenty years prior, and reacts to Torrg's moving away as an act of abandonment as the pair had never gotten off on the right foot anyway. He's always been more of a fan of scars than tattoos, wearing and showing off his most visual ones proudly, he has a thick ring in the center of his nostril as well as three blood red studs in each of his ears.
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