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nexus_crossings2025-03-28 03:35 pm
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There is a Wolf in the Nexus.
There have been bigger wolves, most certainly at some point, but still she is most certainly large, standing tall enough to gut check most adult men with a headbutt. Those that can even spot her particular species know she's especially large for a Japanese wolf. This would be a sign to even the most mundane of people that she is different.
Those with magic or strong spirituality, or divine beings will see even more. Red patterns swirling over her fur like flames, and on her back a burning disk that looks like bronze that has patinaed with age. As she moves to sit and rest, wispy flowers bloom and fade.
Either way, her expression remains neutral, as if she unaware of the impression she gives off. Or uncaring.
She's more interested in others passing by her, and happily wagging her tail in greeting when they make eye contact.
Don't you want to pet her?
There have been bigger wolves, most certainly at some point, but still she is most certainly large, standing tall enough to gut check most adult men with a headbutt. Those that can even spot her particular species know she's especially large for a Japanese wolf. This would be a sign to even the most mundane of people that she is different.
Those with magic or strong spirituality, or divine beings will see even more. Red patterns swirling over her fur like flames, and on her back a burning disk that looks like bronze that has patinaed with age. As she moves to sit and rest, wispy flowers bloom and fade.
Either way, her expression remains neutral, as if she unaware of the impression she gives off. Or uncaring.
She's more interested in others passing by her, and happily wagging her tail in greeting when they make eye contact.
Don't you want to pet her?
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She gives his hand a curious sniff. Hmm? Brimstone? Well, not any worse than the smell of curses, what ever she's picking up. His oni like appearance doesn't really faze her much anyway. After all, she's old enough to learn that appearances are deceiving.
So she lifts herself up and moves to lean against him as he hunts for a treat. She knows the smell of jerky, and is more than happy to accept prepared foods just as much as white rice and her favorite Holy Bones.