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So. You've found me. A quiet but horrendously irritated voice suspended a chill in the air. The dank hut you found yourself in reeked of rotting dust, and possibly even mould. You turned around, utterly blind in the dark. A white glow from a window on the far side of the room burned your eyes when you first glanced at it. You squinted, trying to see the creature sitting in front of it in vain. Your eyes failed to adjust to both light and dark so you simply shielded your brow and close one eye, puckering up your face pathetically. A little better. But your heart found no reason to relax when you could finally see. It thundered behind your ribcage, throttling your lungs and larynx.
The creature that spoke to you was large and terribly furry. For a split second, you wondered if you were in the lair of a monstrous and shaggy Skeith... but as your vision cleared, you noticed its distinct canine features: a thick, bushy tail, square muzzle, lop-ears... it was a Lupe. A very, very large green-gray Lupe with lop-ears. How unusual. Good job, he growled sarcastically. His deep, rumbling voice rattled the springy and stripped floorboards. Slowly you slid your foot behind you into a different, more sturdy stance, either to run or keep your balance. What. Do you want a prize? You guessed, by the way you were gawking at him, he wasn't fond of you from the start. You took another tiny step back and the ancient floorboards creaked under your weight.
The Lupe stared at you for a long moment, brow knit tight as if set in stone. After neither of you spoke, he turned his gaze to the floor--with the same, stony stare. I hadn't always lived like this, he murmured quietly. The grumble in his voice had ebbed; he sounded much more relaxed and perhaps, peaceful? In solitude, I mean. I've always been a beast. Your breathing stopped. Was he reading your thoughts? You froze in place as though the sudden dissipation of your vital signs would render you invisible to the creature's senses. Relax, the growl was back in his chest, all I meant was that I'm a grouch. A grump? I'm not going to eat you. The wind in your lungs escaped like air from a relieved bellows, kindling your sanity.
.[ Name: Ubuuroi
.[ Pronounced: Oo-boo-whah
.[ Short Name: Ubu
.[ Species: Lupe
.[ Brush: Grey
.[ Pelt: Dim-blue
.[ Nose: Brown
.[ Age: 34 Years
.[ Lifespan: 312 years
.[ Type: Haunter
.[ Mood: Undefined
.[ Personality: Unkind
.[ Owner: Abra
.[ Petpet: Bazatlan
.[ Bazatlan's: Leslie (M).
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