Oh, he's completely full of shit. It's not /bad/, but it's not pretty— "Yeah, just a, y'know... Li'l schmutz. Here, lemme just..." He reached over, calloused thumb gently swiping over the now-bloodied cut... That is now gone???? "See? Just fine, like I said."

🐺 —❗️❗️

The wildman winced, the crumbling attempt to calm themselves very much making his heart twinge with guilt. "H-Hey, it's, uh... Not bad...!!" He's bad at this—

"Ooh..." Sweatdropping, sucking at his teeth for a second. "Sorry 'bout that, pal—"💧

His dads keep buggin' him about finding himself a student to pass on the Hungry Wolf Style to... But MAN, that'd be BORING!!

Breathes a bit too hard, popping a button off his shirt. "...Damn it—"

The mismatched hue returned as he put the lid back on his wild side, the taller man scratching his jaw as he mulled it over for a second. "Not like the FFF ain't always needin' more folks... Yeah, I don't see why not? Want me ta hook ya up with a match?"

ㅤ ㅤ‘ 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐌𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐀, ㅤ𝑻𝑯𝑬𝒀 𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑮𝑶𝑻 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑰'𝑴 𝑯𝑰𝑴. ’ ㅤ ( a crack / social media style acc. for moritorium's nyarlathotep ) ㅤ

♥︎ for a random fact about Byrok or his verse!!

Stuffing apple fritters into his mouth.

and now I know how Joan of Arc felt now I know how Joan of Arc felt!

𝑶𝒍𝒅 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎

Blasting a bag with strikes, swiveling from side to side so fast his blows kept it in place, visible fist imprints left in the thick leather of its surface.

Buddy, I got two dads Ya gotta try harder than that, hognose.

Striking a match to life off his palm, then lighting his bonfire up with it. He's ready for his year-end tradition: BBQing until the end of yet another solar cycle.

...Ya talk too much.

Bro's a nerd, and doesn't know about time dilation via sheer power Can't make this up, SMH my head

<- Trains for 36 hours a day, on average.

Sweet, n' fragrant. Li'l tang to it, like ya.

She should see some of the folks he's fought. They make /him/ look small. Hesitantly doing the same pose, after a second.

❝I'm perfect, my strength is perfect, and with that, I shall bring equally perfect destruction through the rest of the universe.❞ — 𝙲𝚎𝚕𝚕 (𝙳𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗 𝙱𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚉) 『ᴀ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ ᴘᴏʀᴛʀᴀʏᴀʟ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴᴠɪɴᴄɪʙʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅʀᴏɪᴅ』 #DragonBallRP | #AnimeRP | #MVRP

[ Getting way too close to sniff at him. ] ...Apricot.

Blinking in 6'5". Perplexing lady, ain't she?

𝙄 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙠, 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙃𝙊𝙒𝙇𝙇𝙇𝙇𝙇𝙇𝙇𝙇— ❗️❗️

He gave the other a sharp, wide grin, his eyes briefly harmonizing to a lupine gold... Before he snickered, shaking his head. "Nah, 's just /rough/. Aims ta be the 'Fighter's Paradise', so it's just a lot more lenient. Not that folks ain't died in the ring, but it's usually frowned-upon."

Nursing a broken nose, covered in bruises, and grinning like a moron as he downed a 2-liter of cola. "...Saint Nick's got hands."

“𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙘𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙮 𝙢𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩!” 𝖵𝖾𝗀𝖾𝗍𝖺, 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖯𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖲𝖺𝗂𝗒𝖺𝗇𝗌 #DBRP #DBZRP #DBSRP #SFWRP #F𝖨𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖱𝖯 #LEWDRP #MVRP

Nearly bursting out of his Xmas sweater, the fabric audibly creaking every time he moves. "...It shrank—"

|| Hey, here's a couple Byroks, from me Don't spend them all in one place now, y'hear?

Howling loud enough to rattle teeth and crack glass, the forest around him scattering panicked animals and falling icicles from the racket.

"Gehe!!" The casual praise had him puffing out that broad chest of his a bit more, the Wolf more a glory hound than most realized. "I can get that, yeah. 'S why I picked the FFF, myself: no weight classes, no bans on techniques, etcetera, the like."

"Fair, fair. 'S somethin' that can be hard ta stomach, I s'pose." He let him, Byrok's thumb hiking toward himself as he proudly beamed. "I'm a pro MMMA* fighter!! I'm under the Fierce Fightin' Federation label, specifically." (* that's Mixed Magical Martial Arts for ya, dear reader!! )

Streeeeeeetching, looking more akin to a cat than a wolf, with how flexible his muscular frame is.

[ He raised a brow, keen senses not missing her tells. Leaping off, he landed with a thud that sounded wayyyy too heavy for a guy of his size— ] ....Sorry, didn't even think about askin' fer permission ta make the thing. This ain't obstructin' anythin' important, is it?

"Ooh...!!" His eyes lit up at the fun factor the other's professions brought to mind. "Sounds like ya got some rewardin' work, ta say the least!! Makes ya the second pirate I've met, prob'ly the third adventurer."

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"Byrok Strongarm, at yers!!" He grinned in return, prominent canines bared in the process. The much larger man rested his hands on his hips, cocking his head a bit. "Captain, huh... You a soldier, pal?"

[ Finishing it up, he stood atop the story-height golem of frozen water, grinning. ] Not bad fer an early snow, huh?

THIS IS 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘏𝘈𝘕𝘋 , ꩜ THE HAND THAT TAKES . ⿴ THIS IS THE 𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙳 , THE 𝙃𝘼𝙉𝘿 THAT TAKES . 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 IS THE HAND , ✦ THE HAND THAT 𝙏͟𝘼͟𝙆͟𝙀͟𝙎͟ . . .

Drumming his hands on a table, waiting for his set-aside leftovers to finish reheating.

[ He's barefoot, himself. Making an overly large, looming snowman at that— ]

"..." Looking the pirate up and down with those mismatched eyes of his. "Nah, it definitely /can/." Small...

Pushing his calloused paw straight through the semi-permeable membrane, he scritched the top of the familiar's main body lightly, petting him. "...Pfffft—" He poorly attempted to hide his mirth, the Wolf cackling at the thought. "GEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE—!!"

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〈 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕜 𝕕𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕣𝕘𝕖. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕖 𝕡𝕦𝕣𝕘𝕖𝕕. 𝔻𝕠 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕗𝕖𝕒𝕣. 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕤 𝕟𝕖𝕒𝕣. 〉

Cooking his head one way, then the other, humming lowly all the while in thought. He mulled it over for a bit, before absentmindedly nodding. "Maybe, maybe.... 'S worth a shot, I s'pose."