[Heads-up this is going to be a M/M only route. Women may be mentioned or show up, but nothing past that. Expect nearly all forms of vore, including (mostly sexual) snuff, non-con, hypnosis, brutal fights and sex, and more.]
A nord like few others you know yourself as Eogr, and to your friends, foes, and even family you are 'The Devourer'. A title not to be made small, and is held by yourself and any that pursue a path like your's. You make your way across the holds by the virtue of your strength, study, and stealth, although what you put to the fullest usage is the well endowed body you were born into this world with.
That very same body is a wide and towering one that others could only dream of having...or being had by. Your broad shoulders frame your silhouette, but so too does your musclegut, powerful thighs, and mountainous pectorals. Between your legs swings a foreskin-covered cock that can swell to the size of an old tree's trunk, and beneath it a churning sack. When men look to your face they see bright yet cold blue eyes staring through them, broad nose and freckled face, and wide jaw that your thick beard grows from. Upon your head is a veritable mane of wavy hair, the copper and deep red tones blend together making a fiery display against any scenery. Underneath the furs and leathers made from beasts you've hunted is flesh carpeted in hair that displays your virility. You armor yourself with maille from time to time, and you ensure that your garb displays the men you've slaughtered during your travels.
You've lived a life of tales worth telling, but something tells you the next great saga is only beginning. Your body recognizes it too as churning noises erupt from all the methods you have at your disposal to take a man. As if rewarding a pet you rub over yourself in turn for such readiness for battle. You relish every opportunity to exert your will on the world, to it's fullest extent. A grin spreads across your face knowing you may find your hands molding the world to your every whim despite the strange tidings the land has.
You stand looking out at the world, but you realize after all of your reflection that you forgot your next destination... it seems you will have to gather your bearings.
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