This is a sketch for a thing I'll do of Mr. Kahoat. Hopefully with lots of gritty and unsightly details to boot. I want to really make his teeth pop.
Dan Kahoat.
A man who demands respect. From all objects. Animate or otherwise. The slugs that cross his path will ooze golden slime. The trees will bend their branches to tickle his face with their leaves.
How could he not be important when he plays a central role in every single part of his existence?
The sun was invented when the world decided it needed a more efficient way to dry his wet clothing. Fish, mud, and crying babies are all part of the pedestal on which he stands--the pedestal that raises him above mediocrity and allows him to survey his domain.
His throat muscles are like ropes that clench and bulge when he screams, bellows, and booms.
"There are ant-goblins in my teeth but I can't see or feel them!"
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