And of course any one of my characters in the fantasy setting needs to meet the amazing and tasty bruxton, the Lil mischief maker getting himself put in gut jail again while garm trys to seem cool and collected.
Art by the amazing and wonderful aquadragon35


“GARM! LET ME OUTTA HERE!”
Garm the Fangrel just thrummed happily, not even paying attention to the voice in his belly. He
cocked his head slightly as he held his hunting hook in one hand, the other ghosting webbed
fingers across his belly before settling on his hip.
The one wiggling around inside his stomach was so small, they didn’t even make a dent in his
gut…and only he could hear their squeaky little voice.
“What’s that?” he asked the person he was talking to, and smiled in a sly, slippery way. “Ohhh,
you’re looking for Bruxton, huh?”
“Wh-what? WHAT?! HEY! HEY, CAN YOU HEAR ME! I’M IN HERE!”
Garm smiled wider as he felt tiny feet and hands pushing desperately in every direction as his
guts churned and rolled; a rumble that almost sounded like a laugh came from his belly, as he
casually continued his conversation…
“Hmmm…nope. Haven’t seen him since lunchtime. Seemed like something was really eating
him up though…”
“Oh, har har, you’re such a comedian,” Brux growled within, but only earned a tummy-slap that
thumped loudly around him for that.
“UUUURRRRRP! Aaahhhh… ‘scuse me. Something I ate. Anyway, maybe check things out
elsewhere, I’m sure the little guy can’t be too far away.”
“STOP ACTING LIKE YOU DIDN’T JUST SWALLOW ME WHOLE!”
Garm just smirked to himself, ignoring Brux and swishing his rudder-like tail as he watched the
questioner walk away…then whistled to himself, twirling and shouldering his hook as he
sauntered off towards the beach.
“Welp. That took care of that. C’mon, little mousey…I’ve got some fish to catch.”
“What?! YOU ALREADY ATE ME, DON’T SEND FISH IN HERE, IT’LL STINK!”
“That sounds like a you problem.”
Brux growled, huffed, and pouted, grumbling like a spoiled child as he wiggled around.