What made you a monster? Morgrim thought it was your actions, but if that were true, then maybe he wouldn't have received all the stares and ridicule. He couldn't help it. He was born this way. Both him and his brother, who was somewhere out there. Sometimes, Morgrim liked to convince himself...
Morgrim smiled warmly at the other Tiefling's remarks. Kindness was not something the Hybrid was used to, but maybe this smaller man understood that, too. Maybe not everyone who worked for the Hutts were mindless scumbags who only cared about the money. Maybe that was just the Hutts and the...
The monster of a hybrid, Morgrim Ohmin-Din, stood at guard along with another Tiefling of whom he felt he knew somehow. Regardless, it didn't matter. The better a job he did for the Hutts, the sooner he'd win back his long sought after freedom. Nimban wasn't a planet Morgrim would've chose to...
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The collar hung uncomfortably around Morgrim's neck as he sat beside his Hutt master in a crammed speeder. Well, it was crammed for the absurdly sized Tiefling-Orc hybrid. Morgrim remembered the fuss one of the armory droids made upon trying...
Morgrim hated the collar around his neck. It was what gave him the status of 'Slave'. Currently, he served only one purpose; to be a shield for his current owner. How despicable. The Rodian was lucky he was at least somewhat decent to Morgrim, but the Orcolan-Tiefling hybrid wanted to see his...