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Boo!

Ghoul



Ghoul

"Sore Loser"

Loner

Master Hunter (305)

Master Fighter (440)

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age
3 Years
gender
Male
gems
13
size
Extra large
build
Heavy
posts
348
player
Bunni

Dream WeaverSamhain 2022Statue 3 WorshipVengeanceUnderachieverDouble Master
OverachieverHow many times do I have to teach you a lesson?! By the skin of my teethOoh La La1KCritical Fail!
Critical Attack!The Ooze Participant
04-13-2023, 09:08 AM


Now that he was able to walk a fair distance without excruciating pain, Ghoul tried to be out of his den more often than not. While he enjoyed his time in there with his brother, Macabre, he also didn't enjoy just laying there staring at the damn ceiling. So when he awoke that morning to a warm spring breeze on his cheeks, he had decided it was as good a day as any to try and hunt. Of course, it didn't go over so well. His legs still didn't allow him to go as fast as he needed so he returned to his den with empty paws. A scowl enveloped his expression as his ears lay flat against his skull. In a purely sour mood, the pale spotted boy paused when he noticed a little thing peering into the depths of his new home.

His scowl would transform into a raised brow of curiosity as he continued his approach. Stopping behind the skeletal pup, he stared down at her with ruby eyes hardened over by disappointment and frustration. "Looking for someone?" He rumbled, deep baritones laced with an obviously displeased tone as he felt his shortened deer-like tail twitch behind him. Of course, it wasn't the pup's fault for his soured mood, but he hadn't exactly been wanting guests upon his return either. Though as he stared at her a little longer, he did notice she appeared awfully similar to Medusa. Well shit, he probably should be somewhat cordial to the little punk.

Ghoul Klein

Warning: If anyone dares to fuck with Cricket, their pups, or Macabre, you will be answering to him.