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@noah-cochran
Here’s one of my characters, but I will have to add another separately.
Not sure if this is what you were looking for:  (320 words)
His name is GrumBlud…

I hate legless creepy crawlies.  One night I tucked under a rock ledge to rid meself of the sleepies.  Rain and wet had mucked the field and that imbecile Shelberd, I’ve been saddled with, has this bright idea for us to duck into this rock crevice to get out of the drips.  We usually sleep with pigs.  Noisy they are but they provide good cover during the night.  Shelberd snores. Loud. Worse than a thousand swamp frogs. We’re not allowed in the soldiers’ barracks.  Not even in the camp tents. Shelberd got us kicked out. An I got blamed for honking with him, on account of big nostrils.  Both him and me got’em. Schnozzes as big as a red onion. Happened with the change. We were street muckers before. The stone city gets cold at night.  Cobbles are wet with seep and street stink. No dry places to be had. Folks batten down for the night. Bolt their doors. Those of us in the made kind, don’t mix with the beforelings. Most of us don’t have family. Each of us scrabbles for our own scraps.  But when we drink the black water, we are given a place and a seat at a table. No more fighting over moldies, and crusts. The king’s own give us meat. Bloody meat. We rank with the dogs, ‘cept we are rewarded with doin’ what were good at. Listenin’ and blending. Bringing the secrets out. Findin’ the fears and turnin’ out in on them. Dark eying, we calls it. Worming it out. Just like that night in the crevice. A crawlie slithered out of the crack in the rock. Found me nostril and…

I hate crawlies. Can barely sleep with my mouth shut.  Rocks in my nostrils, ever since that night.

Pigs are snake-killers. Pigs’ll eat up a crawlie, bones and all.  Whenever we can, we climb in a pig pen. Sleep with the pigs.