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Baleful; impending brute.

Strewn alongside tepid lake-water, the grandmaster – snout upthrust to mellow air. Aries tightened his jaw as his steps began to near, ash-grey clenching in disgruntled acknowledgement of his own. The man was strange, mildly intriguing, a mercenary of oddity, yet ruler alike. A brow quirked, visage solidified firmly into a permanent scowl, etched like a carving into rock – and yet a twitch of his lip signalled bemusement, paltry drizzle of liquid soaking the fur of a pockmarked muzzle. None before had spoken to him with such casual nonchalance.

“Donovan,” came the thrum of his voice, low and thunderous in timbre. “your meal reeks.”