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Ebony mane rushing from the base of his skull furrowed thick and wild down the lining of his wide neck and landed lastly between his withers, blending neatly into the elongated and unkept coat that covered the rest of the herculean brute like a carpet over dunes it hung tight to his physique, yet had a strong and over powering effect to the physical abilities he possessed. Untidy, and filthy as he was it still fitted him perfectly. Stretching over muscle with such ferocity. Ebony and chestnut highlighted in color due to the rays of the sun bleaching the thick strands on his back. Dust, dirt, and debris would practically pull from his pelt whenever he would make a sudden movement. Twigs and various leaves would occasionally stick into the feathers and loose clumps of shedding fur.

The dirty male would slow himself ever so carefully, though his hackles were at a rise, the creature before him, both far, yet too distant to lay a move upon, would chew so quietly at it's grass possession, ruminating in silence as the predator watched intently in secret. Although, with such a lack of sleep as of late, and a lingering lack of success in capturing flesh between his ivories, the beast would set a flaw into the setting evening air, and it would rupture the atmosphere, ripping it in two, startling the creature ever so easily. He froze where he stood, concealed, yet feeling completely exposed at that moment. His pierced auds would lay back against his skull in frustration, optics flaming for a moment, and his throat would sing with a sharp snarl at himself. Lifting the paw that caused the disruption, the brute sighed yet again, taking it in stride as he normally did, not allowing his temper to over rule him as it usually did. He slowly lifted himself to a full stance, relaxing his powerfully figure, feeling a crack in the joints of his hocks he held his breath as they sounded out, giving a gentle shake to his thick, dirty pelt as if to shake it off.

He stared for a moment at the snapped twig, but in a moment his attention was captured, his auds tensing and flicking forth at the sound of another. Though he was unsure of what or who it was, his nostrils flared into the atmosphere, glistening golden ring in-between them leaked the mucus that clung to it so effortlessly. Dirt and dust spread over his unkept facade as well as he starred in the general direction of the sound. His optics at a stare, his massive figure frozen yet again.