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The Silent King
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British Columbia wolf x Tibetan Mastiff

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Male (He/Him?)

Age
5.5 years (3/25)

Height
Very Tall

Weight
Heavy

Build
Athletic

Eyes
Drab Green

Fur
Mirage black, Dove greys, Cinder and Iridium tan

Scent
Rotten flesh and sweet nectar

Oddities
large scarring across his body.


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Strong Violence

Cautious | Violent | Malicious?.. | Quiet
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I am not a violent dog, I don't know why I bite
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Zarok hadn't been too..focused on this island, his jaws constantly ached from an anger simmering low in his chest and clouding his focus, his tail slowly swayed as he walked through an area of red and white, Wisteria, when had he last seen it? He took a moment to cherish that slight familiarity to home, he was still home sick, still ached to see his daughters again, to see the love of his life again even if long dead.

Carefully, he started into a trot, he vaguely remembered dreams past the haze that sat heavy in his mind, a voice, begging him, them? to find something, to save the lands. From what? He could not remember but for now he simply trotted through, sniffing the air and taking in the floral smell that soothed his anxious nerves. Bright green eyes being the only thing of him visible in the darkness of the night, and the brief catch of the blue in the distance on his grey muzzle.
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Rune Discovery : 「 Success 」 



Midnight looks much the same as any other time of day now. You look up at the sky, pensive and feeling homesick, and it was as black as you remembered it this morning. The cold nips at your ears and you've long given up on your legs, and you wonder distantly if you'll ever see something resembling a sun again.

As you trot through the darkness, guided by your nose, you note the peculiar absence of smells in the air. Did Runes have a smell? Even the fissures were strangely odorless, more of a pressing, electric feeling than anything else as one got closer to them.

You stifle a curse as your paw slams into something hard. Looking down, you're quite startled to see something blue glowing back at you from beneath the snow, and for a moment you're certain it's a fissure opening up to swallow you whole -

- but no. It pulses softly, and you brush away the snow to find precisely the thing that odd voice was talking about.

Lucky you.

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