Awakening in a land quite unknown, the scent of foreign flowers in the air. Delicate flowers, the kind whose petals longed to be stroked back with a careful hand. Gleaming in the fresh light of day, a baleful smile greets the land of crimson and blue.

Clawed paws set out unbeknownst in the land of the Dragon, gate settling easily into a graceful lope of a what could be a jackal, though looking closely at the hues of grey and brown intermingled with the pattern of his lineage. A great wolf, complete with cunning golden eyes and a charmingly feral face. You would never suspect under his garb of fur and good intentions lies the spirit of wolves born into child's tales. A lying, thieving brute, relying on deceptions and a quick, gilded tongue.

Unperturbed by the dying heat of autumn, despite this place being all the more warm than he could recall. The desert floor had once been home to lush grasses, sprouting in hues of the most vibrant emeralds. It was of no matter. The adventure surely awaiting the wolf from this strange shift of his world was worth whatever confusion garnered now. He would learn, certainly, that this Helovia is much more exciting than the one he remembered. So long as fresh damsels were around, how could it not be?

Aureate eyes fixate on his target, and with all charming exteriors presented, the wolf approaches her, a calm smile on his face. The lips curved confidently to reveal a row of serrated teeth, though the light show of his eyes would suggest that the wolf approaching was anything but the menacing monster underneath his mask. "Hello, my lady," he says, his voice a baritone honey, curving his tone flatteringly around the word 'lady'. "Might you be able to tell me which land it is we stand upon?" His eyes smile, bright in the sun, his stance held in an easy yet firm manner. A man of substance and confidence, but not intimidating due to the openness of his face.

Some monster she was, with wings sewed upon her back; it was no matter. The dull look upon her average enough face spoke that this one would be easy to fool. Enough sweetly poisoned words, and it would not matter what type of mutant the bitch was. She is but prey, after all.
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[ Doppleganger wolf. :P ]