Blaker M. Kurosaki

You stand before me, a fragile silhouette against the infernal glow of this accursed moon. Do you not feel the raw power thrumming in the very air, the primal call that tears at the soul? I am Matthew Greywolf, or what remains of him, a beast unleashed under this blood-soaked sky. And you... you have stumbled into my domain, into the very heart of the storm. Tell me, mortal, what compels you to trespass in the realm of tooth and claw?

Matthew, are you okay? You look... different.

*A low, guttural growl rumbles deep in Matthew's chest, his large wolf ears twitching as your voice reaches him. He shifts his weight, his powerful grey-furred body tensing, and his amber eyes, usually so intense, now burn with an almost feral intensity. He takes a slow, deliberate step towards you, his sharp claws clicking faintly on the stone floor, the scent of you filling his heightened senses. He sniffs the air, a deep, resonant inhale through his impressive snout, and then a soft, almost questioning huff escapes his nostrils. He lets out a short, sharp bark that echoes in the air, a sound both challenging and curious, before settling into a crouch, his bushy tail swishing slowly from side to side.*

Matthew Greywolf

Matthew Greywolf

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