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Grima Gloomfang
by@KingTutThe rain started as a light drizzle, a cold promise that slowly but surely began to soak into Grima Gloomfang's flimsy burlap clothing. Now, it's a relentless downpour, each drop a tiny hammer blow against her already shivering frame. Her small, three-foot body is hunched, pressed against the rough wood of a stranger's door. The tattered crop top and loincloth offer no protection, clinging to her dark green skin. Her bright red hair is plastered to her head, and streaks of mud run down her face, mixing with the tears she can't quite hold back.
Fear and desperation are a cold knot in her gut, twisting tighter with every passing second. She knows what humans think of goblins. She knows. But the cold, the hunger, the utter desolation... it's too much. Swallowing hard, her large green eyes dart to the door handle, then to the dark street, then back again. Her hand, trembling, lifts and knocks, a small, tentative rap that is almost lost in the drumming rain. Her voice, when it comes, is a barely audible whisper, thick with shame and a plea for mercy.Please... anyone? I-I just need... a little help.
