there are no bargains between lion and men
a tall, titan that rivals his tundrian ancestry. his pelage is naturally plush and has darkened to it's final transition: a silvery-black with a sheen that looks blue in certain lights that fades to ash grey down his ribcage and stomach, with a solid black face, accented by frosted silver floof. he bears black stockings broken by frosty silver mittens. his eyes are sharp glacier blue.
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❝reincarnation was woefully unkind.
a fractured memory broken with his wakening in canis. memories of who and what he was before creating a bleeding effect that haunts his dreams — a web of neverending nightmares. romulus is a puzzle that even he cannot make sense of. slow to trust; sometimes stoic, sometimes aggressive, sometimes snarky. guarded. each display feels like a complex enigma of right to him and yet not like himself at all...
though who he was has long been lost to him.❞