Ghostgut

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Ghostgut
Character in Progress
Designed for World_of_Belchcraft

A emerald green eyed, predatory Timber wolf of impressive size, sanding at 4'4 foot to the shoulder he is an intimidating heavy fellow. Bristling with animal magnetism from his nose to his “mane”. His tapered snout sports small “Saber” teeth to speak of the direwolf heritage, His furry pelt is adorned with runes of gold and black, across his shoulders, down his left hind leg, and one on his right cheek right bellow the eye, these runes only become visible when he is aroused..


Ghostgut as he is called is a very old wolf, currently 322 years old (Thanks to his soul voring) mostly white fur with a tendency to vanish when he prowls about(Thus why he got his name) He moves slowly at first, staring at his prey, almost mesmerizing them with the look of power and hunger.. waiting for them to break the spell, then he chases, though not as fast as some his endurance is without limit


Personality: Ravenous, Ruthless, Cunning. He Exists to devour people, feeling sentients struggling in his belly is the greatest satisfaction for a “Beast” That being said he isn't always “Rough”, depends on his mood and hunger. He CAN be quite evil should it suit him.. (using his tricks to heal folks in his stomach to just draw it out longer for example)

NOTES

Speech: He can talk, just seldom sees the reason. When he does its slowly, gutturally.... this is for effect... he actually is rather nimble with his voice.

Vore
Oral 90% of the time, Cock 10%, he calls his cock “Gnomeeater” on occasion.

Lair: though he Claims Darkshore as his home he wanders from time to time, often going on the mortals ships while stealthed to visit other areas to dine.. so nic and centrilized... around his lair proper is a ghastly aura, bones of his souless victims litter the placein a ever growing circle, a unearthly silence pervades, almost swallowing up any sound a person makes.. there are rumors he has a horde to match a dragon.


Sexual Leanings-Blatently Bisexual with a bias toward females, finding them... delicous... and an extra hole to knot in, his nearly two foot cock(When fully stiff). He is almost constnatly horny and rarely goes a day without screwing something... which stirs the stomachs hungers.

The Sire-He is the sire of many many wolf packs,each who've developed a taste for man flesh(And woman flesh). His howl can summon these should he wish to have an audience.

TRICKS and Spells
Soul Vore- An Option only, The utter destruction Ghostgut puts through his meals ends up making him effectively immortal, growing stronger in ways of the spirit that are hard to match.. he has been defined as a spirit beast as much as a wolf, with powers fueled by the devouring of souls, the unearthly white glow he exhudes is his “Store” of power.

-Tracer, those he's soul vored open up far worse fates, he can trace there souls path back to there family, devouring them... and following the trail of relations up and down family trees... he occasiaonlly gets off on making gene lines extinct.

-Imperfect digetsion- this isn't exactly a power, more of a side effect, if he tries to prowl suddenly after a meal without focusing first he forgets to hide his meal.. ending up with the macabre sighting of a roughly oval bulge of digestion person bounding away... often causeing terror in fear in the watchers


-Light Step/Shadow step he can seemingly teleport from an area of bright light or Dark shadow to another nearby one
-Prowl, He can stalk as well as a feline, almost invisible till he pounces

Digested Power- Through his many long years he has slowly accumulated many of the magical talents of those who have meet there end in his gut.. while rarely come out, there is always the chance for “Surprise”

Loyalties-None.. He will rape and eat anyone or thing he dam well choses, however he likes chaos, so is SLIGHTLY for the horde, the proof of this is there are facts of those who've rutted with him that haven't been eaten..

Worgen form: will develop with Cataclysm