::[ The Hound ]::
Whether prowling the squalid haunts of the less fortunate in the city or the deep woods, the dark, matted fur of this large male hound blends into either environment, and often carries at least some portion of the scents of each in a constant tug of war for dominance.

The mixture of lupine and canine features are easily missed in the city as the scraggly cur has the unenviable look of a stray about it, but bounding across the moonlit woodlands the powerful wiry musculature underneath the matted dark greyish-brown fur takes prominence, and should those sharp fangs be laid bare, the beast's predatory nature was unmistakable, though the unusually elongated four canines certainly stuck out in particular.

Always, attentive yellow eyes seem to absorb and enhance even the faintest modicum of light hitting them, affording the wolfhound an at times sinister air of mystique when looming in a dark corner or within the underbrush.

::[ The Man ]::
There was something off about this man who walks the less savory places of the cities of mankind and wild places in the darker corners of the world alike; A wildness in both features and mannerism which makes him stand out to those searching for minutia amidst the bustle of the city; An anomaly which paints him as a perpetual outsider in urban environs, no matter how he strives to garb himself in the unassuming, discreet accoutrements of a drifter or lowlife, so easily overlooked by passersby. And perhaps he preferred it that way as he seemed to have a penchant for clinging to the shadows, late at night.

Those who drew further still found eyes burning with a feral, animalistic intensity and a knitted brow through which a trio of metal rings pierced, often locked in a scowl when pressed or found in surroundings not to his liking. Some manner of caged beast loomed near within those embered eyes, barely kept suppressed underneath the surface.

What the nature of this beast was, however, who could say, but judging by his honed, athletic physique and strangely hunched posture this man seemed more than a simple vagabond mired in a life of squalor. A wolf, perhaps, dressed up in a thin veneer of overlooked humanity. A wolf who bore no weapons upon his person. Perhaps... he did not need them.

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