What were you expecting? It's a dangerous place.
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As if summoned by destiny, a fellow wolf emerged from the foliage. She was young like him, lithe and spirited, her blue-gray fur marked with electricity that all but sparked in the sunlight. With a grin that he very well thought seemed mischievous, she approached Redrum, her defenses set easily as she answered his call. "Hey there, I'm Star," She greeted him, her voice laced with confidence. "I'll spar you!"
Redrum's ears perked up at the challenge, and a surge of excitement coursed through his veins. This was the moment he had been waiting for – a chance to prove his strength and agility. With a nod of acceptance, he squared off against Star, his young heart pounding with anticipation. His own grin spread across his face, and he reminded himself to keep his speech short and sweet, that way there was little time for his odd speech pattern to become obvious. “Hi. It’s Redrum.” His head dipped down, paws spreading for balance as hackles raised. Then, in a blur of motion, he lunged forward, aiming to catch Star off guard as he was given the first move. His jaws snapping with ferocious determination, he tried to catch her shoulder – an almost playful gleam shining through his golden gaze.
Redrum vs Stjarna for Spar
Round 1/2
Age: under 1 year
Size: Extra large
Build: Heavy
Companion 1: Merlin Falcon, Female - Perception
Skills: Advanced Fighter & Expert Hunter
Specialty:
Redrum speaks in third person, known as illeism.
He deals with neurological issues from head trauma,
Causing disruptions in speech and movement,
Making him appear twitchy, with uncontrollable tics affecting every muscle.
Assume he isn't wearing his skull mask unless specified.
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