Post by Nos on Mar 3, 2004 13:35:49 GMT -5
He walks out of the forest. Tall he is - six-five at least - and with shoulders so broad that his across still looks slightly out of proportion to his high. Long, greasy black hair shags down his back to the shoulder blades. Muscles bulge and ripple as he moves, intimidating most creatures easily. He is a striking figure, even when seen from behind. He wears a brown leather tunic and tattered and torn brown suede leather pants, his legs covered by the greasy hair. The eyes of this creature are a bright, impossible shade of orange. So bright that looking into them is like looking into a flaming pumpkin.
Oddly enough, the smile on his face is one that promises harmlessness, but obviously could easily be converted to one of madness and murder. His feet are bare, huge, and spatulate, the toes clumped into groups of three and two, barely visible through curls of wiry hair; they are padlike - pawlike.
As he closes the door, his eyes flare an even brighter orange, going for a moment to the Day-Glo shade favored by most hunters. The color fades then to a muddy hazel, the brightness gone.
When he speaks you can see that his tongue is long and pointed, and a wolf is exactly what he looks like. His hands, like his feet, are covered with hair, although this hair is more fine and luxuriant - actually quite handsome. It grows especially thick in the palms, where it is the soft white of a blaze on a horse’s forehead.
Or, if you'd like a different one....:
An awkward looking, tall figure walks in, almost majestically. He wears sparkling diamond armour, hand-crafted by himself, with a sheathed sword which seems to be emitting a white light through its sheath. He wears a wide-brimmed, brown hat, with two holes in the top of it for his wolf ears. His eyes are an eerie golden colour, glowing in the darkness of his hat, only a shady outline of it being visible to all who look at him. His arms are coated by black fur, black as pitch in a moon’s eclipse. There is a hole in the back of his armour, perfectly round, for his charcoalic tail to remain free of the constraint of the armour. His tail is tipped with an implanted silver dagger, shining brightly in the light.
Oddly enough, the smile on his face is one that promises harmlessness, but obviously could easily be converted to one of madness and murder. His feet are bare, huge, and spatulate, the toes clumped into groups of three and two, barely visible through curls of wiry hair; they are padlike - pawlike.
As he closes the door, his eyes flare an even brighter orange, going for a moment to the Day-Glo shade favored by most hunters. The color fades then to a muddy hazel, the brightness gone.
When he speaks you can see that his tongue is long and pointed, and a wolf is exactly what he looks like. His hands, like his feet, are covered with hair, although this hair is more fine and luxuriant - actually quite handsome. It grows especially thick in the palms, where it is the soft white of a blaze on a horse’s forehead.
Or, if you'd like a different one....:
An awkward looking, tall figure walks in, almost majestically. He wears sparkling diamond armour, hand-crafted by himself, with a sheathed sword which seems to be emitting a white light through its sheath. He wears a wide-brimmed, brown hat, with two holes in the top of it for his wolf ears. His eyes are an eerie golden colour, glowing in the darkness of his hat, only a shady outline of it being visible to all who look at him. His arms are coated by black fur, black as pitch in a moon’s eclipse. There is a hole in the back of his armour, perfectly round, for his charcoalic tail to remain free of the constraint of the armour. His tail is tipped with an implanted silver dagger, shining brightly in the light.
