Small herds of these amiable creatures dot the great savannahs, and at dawn and dusk, when the flinx is most active, one can hear their majestic and somewhat baffled calls--"Gronk? Gronk?"--ringing through the twilight.
A random desire to create some weird animals led to the knockkneed flinx. Which gronks. Everything gronks. My husband gronks. If I created the universe, my first words would have been "Let there be gronk!" Anyway, a quick little watercolor/colored pencil, in this 9 x 12 watercolor sketchbook I keep poking at. Original is for sale, drop a line, prints available for $10, visit [link]
Oh good! I was just looking for something odd for my players to encounter in our game. ^.^ Admittedly, roleplaying is going to hit a stonewall at some point, when they discover that the only intelligible response they can get out of it is "Gronk?", but still!