His body was no longer fully human.
His frame was lean and wiry, half-crouched like a prowling wolf.
Horns jutted jagged from his skull, split where they had forced through bone. Beast-hide and crude bone armor clung to him, stitched together with sinew, while medals from his days as a soldier and fangs taken as trophies from his prey clinked together across his chest, mixed into one twisted history of his past. S
eralyth's eyes flicked to those medals, recognition flashing before she quickly averted her gaze, though the tension in her jaw betrayed what she saw.
A crude crossbow of bone and sinew hung across his back, its bolts tipped with jagged fangs, as if the forest itself had grown into a weapon for him. He growl and smirk to see a group of new prey come towards him.
Raven move swiftly, daggers gleaming in the fungal light. His voice cracked through the chamber like a whip.
"U formation!"
