Close Encounter of the Creature Kind

To say that there might be dangers around, even in a sacred (if transformed) location such as the Veiled Shrine would be an understatement. As Fait might soon learn whether it was the IF, Wild Dragons, or simply the mundane things like the weather there was unpredictability everywhere on Teragaia.

Thankfully, the danger this time wouldn't be directed at her...sort of.

First would come a growl, heard from a shadowed corner of the facility. Then a gleam of crimson eyes and a flick of flame, before a large wolf-like creature stepped out into view. With a predatory gaze it studied Fait, lips curled...Then before she might have considered taking a shot it's sneer turned into a decidedly wicked grin.

Ahh, yes. You'll do nicely, I think. The Hellhound snapped his teeth, a few tongues of flame flickering between the fangs before it locked eyes on her and declared possessively, You. Are. MINE!

The Bond would be quick and unyielding, some might even say fierce just like the creature behind it. Here's hoping that Fait could handle him.

Bond! I'll Use Anyone and Anything for my Ends Male Warrior Hellhound to Fait!



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I'll Use Anyone and Anything for my Ends Male Warrior Hellhound

Mindspeech: Bold #f4a918

The best warriors know that to trust in only their own weaponry and skill is foolishness. There's always someone better than you and ant weapon, whether forged or natural, canbreak unexpectedly leaving you defenseless. No, they not only trust in themselves but utilize every advantage and tool at their disposal.

You, Fait, are one such tool and advantage, as the situation dictates.

He'll never be the affectionate type, this tactically-minded Hellhound. Pride in your accomplishments (especially if they forward his own goals, whatever the current one may be), a kind of 'this is mine you may not touch' possessiveness, sure, but never true affection. He'll continually try to coax, manipulate, even bully you into following his plans. He'll bully other Bondeds too, especially if they reduce your effectiveness or interfere in his objectives, intentionally or not. He knows how to pitch his mindvoice so that even the most calmly-made statement carries great threat. And he has utterly no idea what the term 'collateral damage' means. Everyone and everything is expendable in pursuit of his goals, especially what he no longer has a need for or can be no further useful. Perhaps his sole good quality is that when it's time for battle you never have to doubt that he'll be in the thick of it all, teeth bared and fire breath devastating the field. Leading from behind is no fun after all!

He's definitely among the larger of the Hellhounds at the full three feet art the shoulder and full of muscle. His fur is a brindled charcoal gray and black, giving a faint metallic appearance to him that he quite enjoys. He wears his red shoulder bands with pride gleaming in his orange-red eyes.