Towering high over many, but usually hunched over like the slithering, conniving man he’s usually known to be, Banesteppe is an extremely large wolf thick with heavily corded muscle. His pelt his mostly made up of deep browns and a lighter coffee colored tan. A black mask accents his muzzle and cheeks, and on the sides of his face, it curves wickedly towards his ears in a sadistic imitation of a smile. The edges of said ears are serrated, as if they’d been cut and bitten, making them appear scarred and creepily pointed. The tips of his ears also curl inward towards the tips, appearing as if he has the horns of the devil as well. Though, this is not the only striking thing about him, the remainder of his pelt is made up of stark stripes crossing over his paler midsection and strong legs.
His eyes, as red as freshly spilt blood, seem to glow in low lighting — bright and vicious. They hold no emotion besides an undying hatred for life — his own and others — and a never ending desire to satiate that void with death and blood.
His fangs are long, almost jutting from his lips — always ready to rip and tear. His tongue and gums are black-purple, and his tongue is split, or forked, in the middle liek the true demon he’s born to be. Which makes eating an annoying task, but doable.
Lastly, two scars strike his face. Two tear drop like scars from his bottom eyelids slip down his cheeks, and end on his chin. The scars always seem red or irritated, making it appear as if he is constantly crying bloody, never ending tears.