And to everyone’s surprise, it worked.
“Release me, fool,” whispered the inky mouth on Grom’s lower back. melkor tattoo
Grom, who had spent three centuries chewing gristly boots, agreed. And to everyone’s surprise, it worked
When it was done, the tattoo spoke.
“I am Melkor Bauglir, High King of the World, and I am currently compressed into dermal layers. Scratch me off.” And to everyone’s surprise
“Stop that,” Grom said, slapping the arm flat. It hissed and sank back into his skin.