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Once again huge thank you to 
buckovskiart for creating this magnificent depiction of my big Khajiit man Iris! Here you can really see his size nicely, how big his arms are, what kind of expression he has, the casual ease with which he lifts a not-so-small human... beautiful. Arms like that are perfect for celebrating Biceptember too! (in my time zone at least lol)
Be sure to fave the artist's original submission here!
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The day went by like most others, more so on the cloudier side, but no signs of any storms. The mountain road stretched on far as a carriage trotted by, a few civilians moving from city to city, staying in relative silence save for the sound of hooves due to the potential danger of this road, like a random troll or group of bandits. One such individual happened to spot the little group from above, and a wicked grin already appeared on his face. Seeing them as little more than walking coin purses, the strongly built man armed with two handaxes hid right around the bend behind one of the rocks and waited, ambushing the group when they got close. Starting with the bearded man atop the carriage responsible for the horses, the bandit jumped straight in, hoping for a quick and easy kill on the most dangerous target. Luckily, this wasn't the man's first encounter with such a person, and a quick draw of a sword allowed him to deflect the attack. The civilians shouted in fear and shrank back as they saw the two fight, especially as the sheer brutality and aggression of the bandit overwhelmed their only source of protection, wounding their chest and pushing back against the cold rock, bloodied and dazed. The bandit grinned once more as he turned to the civilians with murderous intent. The group attempted to flee, but the path backwards was blocked by a new arrival whose keen ears happened to pick up on the situation.
Around the bend, walked a massive, heavily armored, immensely muscular, dark-furred Khajiit with an oversized weapon on his back and a gaze so piercing it made everyone freeze like a deer in a headlights, the fight or flight responses conflicting so much they couldn't spout out a word or move a muscle as the intimidatiing figure drew closer, and closer... until it passed them without a word, without even looking at them. The orange eyes were focused entirely on that one bandit, who also stopped in his tracks.
"What do you want? These are my kills!"
No response.
Recognizing a challenge, the bandit threw one of the handaxes at the rapidly approaching wall of muscle, but it merely bounced off of the armor harmlessly, not even causing a flinch. The Khajiit wasn't drawing his own weapon, so maybe there's a chance to take advantage of it right now? Thus, the bandit charged with the axe in the other hand, aiming for a swift strike to the exposed head...
It never reached it.
The huge arm rose up and deflected the strike with the bracer, using enough force in that move alone to knock the axe out of the hand, and shot forward at a speed completely unreasonable for a being this size, grasping the bandit's head tightly as if it were a tomato. Then, almost lazily, the arm bent upwards, causing the bandit to be lifted up with the same ease as if he were a tomato, completely trapped and restrained in a grip tight enough to make his ears ring. There was only one thing more terrifying than seeing that humongous biceps barely bulge from the entire weight of a grown man, the eyes... those piercing orange eyes seemed like they saw through one's whole being. There was a struggle, there were attempts at fighting back, but soon the mask of bravado melted away like an ice cube falling into a lava lake, giving way to fear, no, terror, because the bandit saw the one thing he dreaded most staring straight at him...
Death
There was no mercy in those eyes, no virtuous call of justice, no heroic speeches lecturing to do better. No, there was understanding, and disdain, a deep, burning hatred that required such mental strength to contain that it'd shake mountains. It couldn't, however, shake this Khajiit, whose focus made the facial expression appear calm, not expressing the searing rage within in the slightest, feeling it, but not letting it out, even if the blazing eyes said it all.
The civilians stared wide-eyed, just as frozen as they were from the start, even the bearded man couldn't help but look despite the wounds. The air was still, time seemed to stop, nobody dared to draw breath, as for a moment, there was only this towering Khajiit, a helpless bandit stuck in his grasp, and a penetrating stare that looked deeper into this man's psyche than even telepathy could, looking for confirmation... and finding it.
The Khajiit saw what that man really was, a monster, a blight, someone who'd happily kill innocents only to grab their purse and run.
And thus, this could only end the way it ends every time... like this.
buckovskiart for creating this magnificent depiction of my big Khajiit man Iris! Here you can really see his size nicely, how big his arms are, what kind of expression he has, the casual ease with which he lifts a not-so-small human... beautiful. Arms like that are perfect for celebrating Biceptember too! (in my time zone at least lol)Be sure to fave the artist's original submission here!
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The day went by like most others, more so on the cloudier side, but no signs of any storms. The mountain road stretched on far as a carriage trotted by, a few civilians moving from city to city, staying in relative silence save for the sound of hooves due to the potential danger of this road, like a random troll or group of bandits. One such individual happened to spot the little group from above, and a wicked grin already appeared on his face. Seeing them as little more than walking coin purses, the strongly built man armed with two handaxes hid right around the bend behind one of the rocks and waited, ambushing the group when they got close. Starting with the bearded man atop the carriage responsible for the horses, the bandit jumped straight in, hoping for a quick and easy kill on the most dangerous target. Luckily, this wasn't the man's first encounter with such a person, and a quick draw of a sword allowed him to deflect the attack. The civilians shouted in fear and shrank back as they saw the two fight, especially as the sheer brutality and aggression of the bandit overwhelmed their only source of protection, wounding their chest and pushing back against the cold rock, bloodied and dazed. The bandit grinned once more as he turned to the civilians with murderous intent. The group attempted to flee, but the path backwards was blocked by a new arrival whose keen ears happened to pick up on the situation.
Around the bend, walked a massive, heavily armored, immensely muscular, dark-furred Khajiit with an oversized weapon on his back and a gaze so piercing it made everyone freeze like a deer in a headlights, the fight or flight responses conflicting so much they couldn't spout out a word or move a muscle as the intimidatiing figure drew closer, and closer... until it passed them without a word, without even looking at them. The orange eyes were focused entirely on that one bandit, who also stopped in his tracks.
"What do you want? These are my kills!"
No response.
Recognizing a challenge, the bandit threw one of the handaxes at the rapidly approaching wall of muscle, but it merely bounced off of the armor harmlessly, not even causing a flinch. The Khajiit wasn't drawing his own weapon, so maybe there's a chance to take advantage of it right now? Thus, the bandit charged with the axe in the other hand, aiming for a swift strike to the exposed head...
It never reached it.
The huge arm rose up and deflected the strike with the bracer, using enough force in that move alone to knock the axe out of the hand, and shot forward at a speed completely unreasonable for a being this size, grasping the bandit's head tightly as if it were a tomato. Then, almost lazily, the arm bent upwards, causing the bandit to be lifted up with the same ease as if he were a tomato, completely trapped and restrained in a grip tight enough to make his ears ring. There was only one thing more terrifying than seeing that humongous biceps barely bulge from the entire weight of a grown man, the eyes... those piercing orange eyes seemed like they saw through one's whole being. There was a struggle, there were attempts at fighting back, but soon the mask of bravado melted away like an ice cube falling into a lava lake, giving way to fear, no, terror, because the bandit saw the one thing he dreaded most staring straight at him...
Death
There was no mercy in those eyes, no virtuous call of justice, no heroic speeches lecturing to do better. No, there was understanding, and disdain, a deep, burning hatred that required such mental strength to contain that it'd shake mountains. It couldn't, however, shake this Khajiit, whose focus made the facial expression appear calm, not expressing the searing rage within in the slightest, feeling it, but not letting it out, even if the blazing eyes said it all.
The civilians stared wide-eyed, just as frozen as they were from the start, even the bearded man couldn't help but look despite the wounds. The air was still, time seemed to stop, nobody dared to draw breath, as for a moment, there was only this towering Khajiit, a helpless bandit stuck in his grasp, and a penetrating stare that looked deeper into this man's psyche than even telepathy could, looking for confirmation... and finding it.
The Khajiit saw what that man really was, a monster, a blight, someone who'd happily kill innocents only to grab their purse and run.
And thus, this could only end the way it ends every time... like this.
Category All / Muscle
Species Khajiit
Size 2166 x 1701px
File Size 3.34 MB
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