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This was no ordinary man. He was a huge, powerful, giant being. A creature who could crush a full grown man within his boulder-sized fist. A creature who, with a single wrong move, could destroy a city or kill a crowd. This monstrously sized man loomed above for seemingly miles, looking down at your pitifully tiny body. His hulking frame was rippling with muscles, all taut and flexed, bulging out like that of a prized bull. His giant chest heaved with each breath, making his pectorals flex momentarily. On all the masses of muscles, dark hair grew on his arms, legs, belly, back, and chest, making him look like he was part gorilla or bear. He stands over cities and drenches them in his shadow.
Despite his immense bulk, his face was soft. Gentle gray eyes were hidden by thick eyebrows, peeking out shyly at all he met. A mop of shaggy brown hair fell to his shoulders, framing his square face. A shy smile brought out his vulnerable and sensitive soul. The hair that grew on his strong jaw made him all the more menacing, but a soft smile would make the feeling of danger melt away.
Such a massive mountain of flesh and bone would be expected to proclaim himself as god of all that witnessed his majesty and demand worship, yet instead he simply waved a bashful hello and continued on his way. Here was a lumbering beast with a touch so tender, butterflies would seek his fingertips to land on, knowing they'd be safe in his hands. Human children would use his colossal sleeping form as the setting for their games, clambering over the hilly muscles and trekking across his broad chest and back while their prejudiced parents drove him away. How people could be so cruel to these magnificently tender giants, no one knows. It seems that only children cry when they are struck down for their fierce appearance.
Despite his immense bulk, his face was soft. Gentle gray eyes were hidden by thick eyebrows, peeking out shyly at all he met. A mop of shaggy brown hair fell to his shoulders, framing his square face. A shy smile brought out his vulnerable and sensitive soul. The hair that grew on his strong jaw made him all the more menacing, but a soft smile would make the feeling of danger melt away.
Such a massive mountain of flesh and bone would be expected to proclaim himself as god of all that witnessed his majesty and demand worship, yet instead he simply waved a bashful hello and continued on his way. Here was a lumbering beast with a touch so tender, butterflies would seek his fingertips to land on, knowing they'd be safe in his hands. Human children would use his colossal sleeping form as the setting for their games, clambering over the hilly muscles and trekking across his broad chest and back while their prejudiced parents drove him away. How people could be so cruel to these magnificently tender giants, no one knows. It seems that only children cry when they are struck down for their fierce appearance.
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For the love of Giants
It's not easy being a giant.
You always have to be careful about everything. Your voice, your movements, how you pick up people or watching where you walk. Because the world around you is smaller and it's difficult to pass a day without worry.
There are three kinds of people you will meet as a giant, too.
There are those that gain your trust, who can look past your size and accept you for the person you are. Then there's those who want nothing to do with you. Who fear you, and always run away when you're near. It leaves you feeling horrible, like nothing but a freak or a monster. It's a reminder of your one, painfully obvious flaw that yo
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The Giant of Felrein CH9
Chapter 9
Travel this day had gone smoothly, and the caravan was well ahead of schedule. Normally Celia would be pleased at this, as travelling in this manner was not particularly enjoyable, but neither she nor Gavin had any idea how far the giant settlement was. If the caravan kept going at this pace, they may well pass it before they could bring Dara to her senses.
If they could bring Dara to her senses.
Celia waited until after dark to seek out Dara's tent. She quietly ruffled the fabric to get Dara's attention, the closest thing she could do to knocking. "It's Celia. Can I come in?" she said quietly.
"Of course," came Dara's voice.
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The Giant of Felrein CH13
Chapter 13
Gavin awoke hours later to the sound of someone entering the room. He opened his eyes, focusing on the middle aged giantess. She was holding a meal tray that looked like a banquet to Gavin, though in reality it was just a standard giant breakfast.
"Ah, good. You're awake," she said, setting a tray of food on the beside table. "Think you're well enough to eat something?"
"Uh..." he said apprehensively. He glanced down at Dara, who was still asleep.
She chuckled slightly, rolling her eyes. "Don't worry, you'll have plenty of time to cuddle later," she teased good-naturedly.
Gavin blushed. "Oh, we're not-"
She held up a hand. "N
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Something I wrote at school today. I'm never writing at 8:00 in the morning ever again. XP
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This is an awesome poem!!