Jazen's in.  Imma assume the pets are allowed?<br/><br/>As far as roleplay limits or whatever.   Jazen's a predator, but if he gets eaten he gets eaten, tough luck.  Limits.. Whatever vore you're into is fine, save something crazy like.. engulfing in the anus.  Anything related to scat is a little to bizarre for me to touch.  I'll do mild piss and such, like scenting or humiliation if you want that.  Other than the scat, though, sky's the limit.<br/><br/><br/><br/>A massive, bestial creature stalks forth, normally proportioned but nowhere near normal in appearance.  By its movements it is decidedly male, and he stands seven feet tall at a guess, with broad shoulders and a broad chest.  Muscles bulge against, oddly enough, well tailored clothes that hug his body tightly, leaving little to the imagination.  His body seems to strain against them constantly, though he himself seems to be calm enough despite his physical rebellion against the clothing.  More eyecatching than his size, though, are his hands, feet, and his face.  His hands and feet, while mostly human in their shape, are adorned with wicked looking claws and his hands are much larger than would be normal for a being of his size.  His features are undoubtedly canine, triangular ears set high on his head and eyes centered.  He has a muzzle that closes around unusually long teeth that peek from beneath his lips, gleaming in the light.  A long bushy tail swings leisurely from a hole cut into the back of his pants, and stormy, azure eyes quietly drink in the surroundings with a calculated gaze.<br/><br/>As if the creature himself wasnâ€™t striking enough, two humongous wolves, both nearly the size of full grown horses stalk along with him, flanking either side of their apparent master.  The beasts are clearly dire wolves, and though both look strong and weathered, one is significantly taller than the other, and its hide is crisscrossed with a myriad of old wounds, marking it as the elder of the two.  Both guard their master well as he stalks along, two pairs of golden yellow eyes watching passerby with wary readiness.<br/><br/>The creatureâ€™s body, when seen unclad, affirms most of what was hardly concealed at all by his clothing.  Most of his skin is covered in a short, but plenty thick coat of silver fur that feels kashmir soft and smells clean.  Muscles ripple beneath the short fur, and interestingly enough the beastâ€™s biceps, wrists, and ankles are encased in steel shackles.  Whatever chain was attached to them has apparently been broken, as the shackles are fused together, not linked and bolted, though a new chain would prove them still functional.  Whatever significance they hold is known only to their wearer.