|| For now I’ll be sporadically revisiting this hound.
All you need to know; formerly a Mystic Beast, cursed into his current body that constantly reforms into itself, forbidding reincarnation into anything else.
Not keen on human-type demons.
Self-appointed forest guardian.
@GoldenSpores ❝Phffft. Careful, ‘at’s how they sucker ya outta yer mana.❞
Hound finally relaxed, pulling out a bone and letting it sit in his mouth, pacing over to the plant.
❝Though, if they ain’t harm ya I guess it ain’t any issue.❞
Wander into the nearest bar, body gashed and bruised from a recent brawl.
❝Oi.❞ He calls for @Enamourlle, tapping a claw on the counter. ❝Strongest bottle ya’ve got.❞
@Enamourlle ❝Ah…? Oh, ‘at.❞
Lazily grabs a stack of napkins to put over the open wound on his side.
❝I’ll clean when th’ bleedin’ stops, ain’t no real point ‘til it does.
Now, ah, a drink, if don’t mind.❞
@GoldenSpores ❝Only natural ya wouldn’t, those tricksters stay where th’ humanoid demons are.❞
Sits on his haunches at the edge of his raised vantage point, watchful eye on the forest life.
❝What, they give you any trouble?❞