There is a frustrating absence of weight to their characterization. Like every woman in this universe, they stand wide-hipped and wasp-waisted. Their faces are as rounded as their mammaries, framed with either a halo of leaves or what resembles real, fibrous hair cast in plaster. And where their Y-chromosomal counterparts might bear chunks of inscribed facial granite, the female Granoks are restricted to woefully mundane-looking earrings. Earrings. Why the Holy Carpfish of Good Taste would they want to wear ornamentation of such a manner? Big, bold jewelry clipped to the ears seem a ludicrous decoration on a race built on combat, don't they? What if they get ripped out? What if they catch a glint of dying firelight and divulge the Granok's location to hypothetical quarry? Why can't I make my bold, boulder-y lady not pretty?!
There is a frustrating absence of weight to their characterization. Like every woman in this universe, they stand wide-hipped and wasp-waisted. Their faces are as rounded as their mammaries, framed with either a halo of leaves or what resembles real, fibrous hair cast in plaster. And where their Y-chromosomal counterparts might bear chunks of inscribed facial granite, the female Granoks are restricted to woefully mundane-looking earrings. Earrings. Why the Holy Carpfish of Good Taste would they want to wear ornamentation of such a manner? Big, bold jewelry clipped to the ears seem a ludicrous decoration on a race built on combat, don't they? What if they get ripped out? What if they catch a glint of dying firelight and divulge the Granok's location to hypothetical quarry? Why can't I make my bold, boulder-y lady not pretty?!