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SPACEHERESPACEHERE
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SPACEHERESPACEHERE
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SPACEHERESPACEHERE
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| H ᴇ ɪ ɢ ʜ ᴛ |
10 feet.
| F ᴜ ʀ |
Black, gray, and brown
| A ʟ ɪ ɢ ɴ ᴍ ᴇ ɴ ᴛ |
Chaotic Evil | V ᴏ ᴄ ᴀ ʟ s | Deep, horrific, guttural. |
| W ᴇ ɪ ɢ ʜ ᴛ |
Heavy | S ᴄ ᴇ ɴ ᴛ | Whatever it has been eating. | E ʏ ᴇ s | Red, pupiless, insane. | G ᴀ ɪ ᴛ | Heavy, 'lumbering' |
| T ᴇ ᴍ ᴘ ᴇ ʀ ᴍ ᴇ ɴ ᴛ |
The anti-thesis of everything that Pierson is, was, or ever will be. The man is no fighter, but the beast is. Capable of great intelligence, but often too impulsive to apply it. It is furious about the fact that it is forced to dwell within such a physically weak host and grasps any opportunity to have its fun when Pierson (frequently) loses control. The man and the wolf are two completely different entities, and this thing loathes his human counterpart.
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