Jim's head snaps back around to look at the guy who's been getting all buddy-buddy with him, eyes narrowing, the name ringing so many bells it might as well be a Red Alert klaxon. His counterpart had called the undead canoid in the Nightmare Harrowheart. A canoid with disembodied fucking hands and glowing blue eyes. A canoid that was apparently a werewolf, which means he had a human form.
A human form much like this one, perhaps?
He'd been reluctant to move away out of politeness, but now Jim shrugs off that floating hand in a heartbeat and steps out of grabbing range, eyeing him with some measure of mistrust. Not that he thinks he's gonna get attacked right here, right now, but man, first impressions matter, right? The sword looking all evil and shit all of a sudden - well, more evil - doesn't exactly help. "I've been trying to tell him I'm not you."
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Jim's head snaps back around to look at the guy who's been getting all buddy-buddy with him, eyes narrowing, the name ringing so many bells it might as well be a Red Alert klaxon. His counterpart had called the undead canoid in the Nightmare Harrowheart. A canoid with disembodied fucking hands and glowing blue eyes. A canoid that was apparently a werewolf, which means he had a human form.
A human form much like this one, perhaps?
He'd been reluctant to move away out of politeness, but now Jim shrugs off that floating hand in a heartbeat and steps out of grabbing range, eyeing him with some measure of mistrust. Not that he thinks he's gonna get attacked right here, right now, but man, first impressions matter, right? The sword looking all evil and shit all of a sudden - well, more evil - doesn't exactly help. "I've been trying to tell him I'm not you."