You have claws of steal, but to I, T A L O N S! NF

[R i v e r b e n d]

There's always someone a' C a l l i n',

Talon

Callin' out my N i c k n a m e,

Claw, or Hawk. [Random names he somehow acquired.]

Ya' may be Y o u n g a',

5 harsh winters.

Lookin' a bit I n t r e s t e d,

Male

Dare ya' tah pick a F i g h t,

South

I know ya' can S e e M e,

And starrin' is R U D E,

Talon is a wolf of many colors. In his pelt are Black, Gray, Tan, Red, Varying shades of gray, and more shades of brown than thought possible. His eyes strike fear into the hearts of many, they are the eyes of someone who is no stranger to death, with a fighting spirit that could surpass those that were even in wars.

His coat itself is a very nice one, but underneath, his skin is littered with scars. Most cover his body, the large ones refusing to grow hair may stand out in certain positions.

Ya hear what I'm T a l k i n' 'B o u t,

Though ya might not L I K E it,

Talon is, overall, a cocky bastard who loves a good fight. He is usually calm, quiet, and secluded, but when faced with a confrontation, he had full confidence in himself, and is ready to take it, ready to charge head on into death, slicing and biting the entire way.

He is virtually unafraid of anything. Almost nothing can scare him; his self confidence is far too high. A car could speed toward him, and he would only stare at it, as if his eyes would cause it to veer off course and explode.

Even ya' can P r y,

But I might not T E L L ya much,

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I caught ya' S t a r r i n,

Don'cha know I could R I P your F A C E O F F ?

You'd like tah K n o w, huh,

Not finished, mah darlin' betches.