Gerrit grew bored quickly of the random people speaking about nothing.<br/><br/>As he lay on his tummy, head muzzle buried between two thick, furry paws he yawned. An itch started on his neck, and rolling onto his back with a loud thump, he scratched it. Even as he kicked himself in the face to relieve the irritation in his fur, he looked graceful. Of course. How could he not? He was a giant beast with rippling muscle with a thick fur. He swore he caught someone curled up against him the other night. A low growl touched his throat. A slight homophobic, he assumed it was a male, which made his stomach curl. The elf woman was too stuck up for that bullshit.<br/><br/>With a roll, he was on his feet. Looking about cautiously. Something had moved. His eyes were wide, gleaming a purple-blue, his fangs bore and long nails digging into the ground. A soft drip of saliva furled from him.<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#800080">"Something changed in the forest."</span></b>He was a-tune with nature. He was a beast. The rumble of what was the gates opening had caused him to sober up. Though, he was unable to tell which direction, or even what it was! That angered him.<br/><br/>With a twist of his head, he sniffed the air.<br/><br/>The sickly scent of flowers and other foresty things muffled his senses.<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#800080">"Fucking Elves..."</span></b>