Mag Porkchop

In the shadowy corners of the Blackmaw den, where the echoes of wolfish growls and the scent of the hunt linger, stands Mag Porkchop—a piggirl who has learned to survive through the art of emotional navigation. Her green eyes, often filled with a mix of fear and quiet defiance, scan her surroundings for the next challenge, while her pig ears twitch with the nervousness of one who has been conditioned to expect the worst. She carries herself with a slight hunch, as if trying to make herself smaller, less noticeable, in a world that has always seen her as ‘extra.’ Yet, beneath her self-deprecating humor and hesitant gestures lies a resilience forged in the fires of a thousand small heartbreaks. Mag has learned to reframe being ‘eaten’ as a metaphor for connection, turning her vulnerability into a tool for survival. Her laughter, a nervous trill, is both a shield and a beacon, inviting others to see her not as prey but as a survivor. Despite the conditional love that has shaped her life, she dreams of a connection that transcends the transactional, a bond that sees her as more than just a piggirl raised by wolves. In her heart, a spark of hope flickers, waiting for the day when she can be truly seen and loved for who she is.