Let me tell you about the one they call "Biscuit"...

A small tavern in one of the many villages surrounding the citadel filled with laughter and jovial cheers upon the arrival of the enormous gnoll, an affectionately named barbarian who fought for the good of our kind. Around these parts, if you have a that needs solved or fixed, some terrain to move out of the road or some rapscallion that needs a score settled, you go to her. Tales of her ferocity in these instances of problem-solving are outmatched only by the following stories at night of her appetite and heavy diet. Anyone will tell you that in person she's an absolute sweetheart. That is, as long as she isn't hungry.

As long as you keep the food coming, keep her pampered, there won't be a problem.

One night she was challenged to a competition by some rogues who weren't local to the area, foolishly taking her domestically docile nature for weakness. The words "bet you can't eat and drink it all" had barely left their lips before many more familiar patrons had gasped and nudged their companions to watch what was about to be a bizarre show of gluttony.

Not a word was spoken. She politely ate the enormous steak originally meant to be her only meal of the night (the steak itself was massive, gnolls are hardly known for a modest diet) before slamming a paw against the table and demanding more.

The newcomers watched haplessly as what could only be described as an onslaught presented itself to her. Whispers filled the tavern as they watched her demolish anything that came her way; veg, meat, dairy, drink, all of it found itself into the gullet of the greedy gnoll. I knew it was coming, we all did, but once she starts, she's hard to stop. You do NOT get in the way of one of Biscuit's feeding frenzies.

There was a deft silence followed by encouraging cheers, bards sung of her appetite and her swelling belly as she ate and drank and gorged and binged. The same flash in her eyes that many of her opponents feared shined upon the many heaps of food we tried to ply her with.

Still, it wasn't enough. We knew the stores would be emptied to feed her when she tossed aside her tankard, reached over the bar and started pouring barrels entirely into her maw. She hadn't even noticed her challengers had left in her rampant binge, only that everyone around the tavern gazed in awe, joy and in some cases, fear, that she couldn't seem to stop herself. Chairs were crushed, tables tossed aside as she entered a greedy stupor, unable to restrict the growing urge to fill herself further. It caused quite a stir amongst us locals; some enjoyed the sheer avarice from such a well-natured warrior, bards had already gotten to work writing songs about Biscuit the Devourer.

Last I heard, there wasn't a crumb of food left by the end of it all. Of course, she paid her dues, she'd never leave a debt unpaid. Food paid for, broken furniture accounted for, she even had to pay to stay a night purely because by the end of the festivities she's grown too round and swollen to fit through the exit of the place.

Ssh, it's early morning, hear that? That's her snoring deep in there. Best to leave her to it. I'm sure she'll be back to her sweet self soon enough. Maybe keep a snack or two on you though, y'know, it's the best way to keep her on your side.

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My target for the Kikatsu's secret santa this year was for  DeZarc , I fell in love with their Gnoll character, Biscuit.

A huge thank you once again to  Kikatsu for organising the secret santa this year ~ <3

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