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Ghoul was attempting his best effort at remaining calm. He was the cool and collected brother. The emotionless one. The one who never understood why anyone would get up in arms over anything. There had been one time and one time only that he had ever felt anger and it was after being beaten by that runt twice in a row. At that time, he had taken his frustrations out on Macabre, feeling an automatic release as soon as he could unleash violence. Was that perhaps a negative tendency about the pale spotted boy? Sure. Was he going to recognize it as such? Probably not until later in life.  

With his ruby eyes fixated on Medusa and Medusa alone, he barely registered the shoulder brush from Macabre. While he favored all of his littermates the same, Mac had and would always be his favorite. They all knew it, there was no hiding it. Leaning back absent-mindedly to return the shoulder bump, he was quickly distracted by the approach of their mother. The feel of her nose brushing against his cheek was comforting in a sense as she murmured words to them. Come hell and high water, if Medusa was crowned victorious, Ghoul would do everything in his power to see her buried six feet under.

Other wolves came next, one after the other. Then two more of his siblings until they were only missing Viscera. Widow's offer to throw her in the volcano prompted a sneer and a chuckle from Ghoul. "Only if we rip her limb from limb first," he hissed under his breath as he glanced over his shoulder at Ichor. "I would hope Ichor that if our mother loses that you would help us enact revenge first," the sneer turned smirk crossing his lips as he turned to look back at the now-started challenge would soon fade. Off on the neutral side, a pair of beady eyes looked at him.

An all too familiar face lingered along the sidelines and suddenly Ghoul's ferocity skyrocketed. What was that pipsqueak doing here? God forbid they ever learn each other's name, but it wouldn't be worth it in the end. There is no thought, only fury, as Ghoul stood and began to quickly prowl toward the midget of a wolf. Even as another maim broke out on the other side, Ghoul was all eyes for the shadowy boy that had too much ego shoved up his ass. With his ears flattened, every hair along his back raised, and lips pulled up in a grueling snarl, he had no words. As the space between him and the minuscule yearling closed, Ghoul lunged forward. One mighty paw raised back before swiping forward with all he had. Aiming directly for the striped marking on his face, Ghoul hoped this facial scarring would knock the kid down a peg or two.

Ghoul vs Levi for Maim (Facial Scarring)
Round 1/1
Age: Over 1
Size: Extra large
Build: Heavy
Offensive Battle Accessory: Claw gloves
Defensive Battle Accessory: Wolf skull mask
Companion 1: Albino dwarf caiman, Female - Battle
Companion 2: Albino dwarf caiman, Male - Battle
*Companion 3: Albino dwarf caiman, Male - Battle
Skills: Master Hunter & Master Fighter
Specialty: Relentless