12-13-2021, 01:28 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-13-2021, 01:31 PM by Ghidorah. Edited 1 time in total.)
@Sindri
Ghidorah is ripe with new and old scars. The oldest he’d gotten in these new lands are from the large pale shewolf he’d fought some time ago. Only recently having a do over once more — and he came out on top again. His injuries from the beach with their unlikely neighbors are scabbing now. The worst of them are the rips and tears at his throat made by the latest opponent to that fight. He didn’t die though, but he swears he could’ve if infection had settled. Thankfully his wild mane of fur protects him enough to help. After all, if there’s so much fur, how’s one supposed to get a good grip on the skin?
Still, he wanders in and out of the territory often, searching for many new and old victims he can snatch up in searching teeth. His grisly behavior is surely not unnoticed by his pack mates and his behavior shows all they need to know. Considering the times he’s left and come back with new wounds and sharp, piercing eyes.
He is a malicious, blood thirsty man. Always bites first and asks questions later. His bark is definitely just as bad as his bite and he plans to keep it that way.
He wants to be feared once more.
Now, he is back in the territory he shares with the others who live here. Finally taking his rest period by laying on the edge of a horrendously steep cliff. The tundrians front paws hang from the cliff ledge leisurely as he supports his upper body with an elbow and splays his hind legs comfortably to the side. The wild fur of his mane puffing almost cutely around his face as his head is in a relaxed, almost tucked position. Eyelids half lidded, he gazes out into the endless seas as snow falls softly around him, collecting on his pelt.
Here he will get his much needed rest, only to start the cycle all over again.
the staff team luvs u
Ghidorah is ripe with new and old scars. The oldest he’d gotten in these new lands are from the large pale shewolf he’d fought some time ago. Only recently having a do over once more — and he came out on top again. His injuries from the beach with their unlikely neighbors are scabbing now. The worst of them are the rips and tears at his throat made by the latest opponent to that fight. He didn’t die though, but he swears he could’ve if infection had settled. Thankfully his wild mane of fur protects him enough to help. After all, if there’s so much fur, how’s one supposed to get a good grip on the skin?
Still, he wanders in and out of the territory often, searching for many new and old victims he can snatch up in searching teeth. His grisly behavior is surely not unnoticed by his pack mates and his behavior shows all they need to know. Considering the times he’s left and come back with new wounds and sharp, piercing eyes.
He is a malicious, blood thirsty man. Always bites first and asks questions later. His bark is definitely just as bad as his bite and he plans to keep it that way.
He wants to be feared once more.
Now, he is back in the territory he shares with the others who live here. Finally taking his rest period by laying on the edge of a horrendously steep cliff. The tundrians front paws hang from the cliff ledge leisurely as he supports his upper body with an elbow and splays his hind legs comfortably to the side. The wild fur of his mane puffing almost cutely around his face as his head is in a relaxed, almost tucked position. Eyelids half lidded, he gazes out into the endless seas as snow falls softly around him, collecting on his pelt.
Here he will get his much needed rest, only to start the cycle all over again.
the staff team luvs u