10-02-2018, 03:40 AM
[glow=black,1,400]A BEATING HEART OF STONE, YOU GOTTA BE SO COLD TO MAKE IT IN THIS WORLD — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]
The smell of a trespasser made the fur bristle along the spine of the gigantic hybrid, a snarl erupting from his slightly parted jaws. Now strangers who wanted to join were quite welcomed but this one reeked of the oceanic breeze he had once smelt during that time he had tried stealing some shit from. What was it called again? The Typhoon? Eh, he didn't care what they were called yet one of them seemed to have wandered over into their territory and the striped direhound wasn't one for these kind of things. He was unaware of one of his clanmates capturing some Typhooner although, he had grabbed himself one along the way yet the large canid beast would saunter over without much hesitance with both ears perked forward and his pupils narrowed into dangerous slits. This bastard had a nasty looking scar but the nine foot tall hybrid didn't seem to pay it any heed as he spoke in a gruff voice "You're awful far from home, aintcha?" His muzzle scrunched up still demonstrating a bit of his teeth, Quill knew better than to underestimate his opponents and well, this wasn't any different though he'd attack when he saw fit. With a bit of his powers, he could easily pummel this son of a bitch and send him home yelping with his tail between his leg or manage to add someone else to the captures.