The fearsome visage of Garm, the Guard dog of Hel's lands of the dead, is the last sight seen by those trying to leave Modgud. Neither fully dead nor alive, Garn slowly rots and paces back and forth on ceaseless guard duty while constantly testing the strength of his bindings.
Being chained to the Gnipahellir Cave for countless centuries to prevent the souls of the dead from escaping has warped Gram's mind into a morass of hatred for the living.
When Ragnarök comes, Garm will be freed of his chains so to wreak havoc on the World.
Till then, Hel's Helldog will guard the realm's of the dead while longing to be free to rend and destroy all in his path.
Of course, if some mortals are foolish enough to come to Garm's cave, their death screams will be as pleasing to his fevered mind as the taste of their blood in his mouth.
Garn is a plastic piece I finished painting this morning.
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