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I traveled in the dense forestation, the miasma of foggy woods laden with dew and mist that grew cold thanks to the vicinity to the Frostreach Continent, where trade winds blew in cold fronts.
[MAJORDOMO] "What kind of name is "Wolfman" anyway?"
'I'm not sure. The priest said he was called "Wolfboy" back then. Perhaps a case of maturing into a stronger form?'
[MAJORDOMO] "Well, it's he's rowdy, you'll let me beat Wolfman back into a little Wolfboy, right?"
'If I am in danger only. Combat is an art of defense first. A contest. Combat waged in an act of aggression is only for when there is absolutely no other choice in the matter.'
[MAJORDOMO] "You and your code of honor and everything. Well, if he starts throwing fists, feel free to let me know."
'Claws may be more like it. And don't go anywhere just yet. I think I've found him.'
[MAJORDOMO] "Oh ho ho. Well let's see then, Munny."
I made my steps careful. Suppressing natural inertia with my Psychic energy to muffle the noises that crunching leaves and snapping stray sticks walking through the rough made. I came out to a clearing. A place where a dirt road was, split into a fork of diverging paths.
There, I saw the Demigod.
Wolfman.
'Hello there.' I wasn't sugarcoating it. I intended to approach this fellow immediately. My greetings caught his attention as I strode closer, dragging my cloak across the dirt.
He turned to me, mildly confused. He was around seven feet tall, and well toned, with strong muscles and the fur of a wolf. Strangely however, his chest featured an extra eye that fixated on me, and fangs acting like natural breast plates. He had big claws, and his head was surrounded with a furred cage like a wolf's jaws. His biology was well suited to exerting physical strength. He would be a deadly opponent to a human, so why hasn't he killed anyone? Is he merely pulling his punches?
[WOLFMAN] "Ahh... You're an Immortal too. I can tell!" He said, suddenly grinning big.
