Zaiden Dean
The Stealth Master
Four padded legs charged along the many high rises of Val'hala. This was not uncommon, giving the vastly diverse races in the Galaxy. This beast however, was bowed to as it charged through areas.
It was treated with respect and note.
Sliding to a stop at a Droid warehouse, Zaiden, in his real form, the Wolf, as Gurlanin are at birth, sniffed the air. Large in scale, more than any average of his species, he was quite intimidating - his head reaching a solid five and a half feet, and wide enough to block some doors.
The beast sought something here. Or someone.
Looking to a nearby parts worker, he growled in his lisp filled utterance, "Where is my Shadow. Anse. The other... Wolf." With his more animal side present, Zaiden wanted to call the man something other than Wolf. As the guy had not earned that respect yet. But it was a requirement for information.
"There, sir. He is doing something with one of the old servant bots from the museum."
Zaiden nodded his lupine head and padded back for Anse. Spitting the man, his lip raised ever so gently in a snarl. For those that didn't know Gurlanin or their form, it was of a large lupine creature, with dual sets of canine teeth that jut out from the lower jaw, much the same fashion as some sabertooth cats were known to possess.
"Anse." His coat shined a little in the presence of different forms of light around them.
Anse Baenshaol
It was treated with respect and note.
Sliding to a stop at a Droid warehouse, Zaiden, in his real form, the Wolf, as Gurlanin are at birth, sniffed the air. Large in scale, more than any average of his species, he was quite intimidating - his head reaching a solid five and a half feet, and wide enough to block some doors.
The beast sought something here. Or someone.
Looking to a nearby parts worker, he growled in his lisp filled utterance, "Where is my Shadow. Anse. The other... Wolf." With his more animal side present, Zaiden wanted to call the man something other than Wolf. As the guy had not earned that respect yet. But it was a requirement for information.
"There, sir. He is doing something with one of the old servant bots from the museum."
Zaiden nodded his lupine head and padded back for Anse. Spitting the man, his lip raised ever so gently in a snarl. For those that didn't know Gurlanin or their form, it was of a large lupine creature, with dual sets of canine teeth that jut out from the lower jaw, much the same fashion as some sabertooth cats were known to possess.
"Anse." His coat shined a little in the presence of different forms of light around them.
