Fidalgo - { Hunting Werewolf } (Halloween 2025)

Name: Fidalgo Lentolobo Age: 38 years Species: Werewolf Gender: Male Orientation: Heterosexual Weight: 287lbs Height: 6'3" Build: Muscular, tall, and lean Voice: Dark, deep, and quite raspy Scent: Blood, metal, and sweaty

Head: His head is unmistakably wolf-shaped, with a long, robust snout The bridge of his muzzle is slightly arched His jaws are oversized and heavily muscled

Nose: The nose is large, black, and leathery, with moisture The nostrils flare wide, conveying heightened scent sensitivity

Teeth: His teeth are large, unevenly sized, and terrifyingly pronounced The canines are long enough to protrude even when his mouth is nearly closed Premolars and molars are jagged and built for tearing His teeth are slightly yellowed

Tongue: His tongue is long, muscular, and dark pink, slick with saliva It curls back naturally when he snarls

Eyes: His eyes glow with intense gold-yellow luminescence The pupils are narrow and slit-like

Outer Ears: Tall, sharply triangular, wolf-like, with pointed tips that angle slightly back when he’s aggressive

Inner Ears: Covered in lighter, shorter fur, allowing the shape of the cartilage to show subtly through. They twitch independently, reacting to sound

Fur: His main fur color is a deep, soot-black, absorbing light rather than reflecting it Silvery highlights, especially across the chest, abdomen, and areas where the fur thins over muscle bulges Long, coarse, and thick across the upper body, especially around the neck, shoulders, and back Slightly shorter on the arms, thighs, and lower legs Even shorter on the front of the torso

Arms: Arms are long, thick, and extremely muscular, hanging lower than a human’s

Hands: His hands retain a humanoid structure but are elongated and heavily clawed. Fingers are long, knuckled, and end in thick, curved black claws The palms are covered in short dark fur with leathery pads beneath

Legs: Digitigrade stance with powerful lupine hind limbs Thighs are extremely muscular Calves are extended, leading into thickened ankle joints

Genitals: A penile sheath hides his gigantic cock, it emerges when erect. It's a fleshy red, with visible blue and green veins, lengthy, thick, with a large, bulbous knot at the base, rivaling an apple and a iron pole

Balls: Heavy, musky, and furry balls, weighing one grapefruit each, they smell of intense musk, prone to beads of sweat, and he doesn't let anyone or anything touch them. Often churning, and bounces with each small movement

Paw Pads: The pads are dark charcoal in color, leathery, durable Prominent pads sit beneath each toe and a large anchor pad lies beneath the mid-foot

Tail: Fidalgo’s tail is long, thick, and heavily furred It has the same predominant inky black color, though the underside features faint streaks of silver

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Bloodthirsty: Fidalgo lives in a constant state of raw hunger, almost a biological imperative rather than a choice. The scent of fear excites him. The sight of blood electrifies him. His cravings never fully subside; he is always on the verge of lunging

Aggressive & Predatory. He approaches the world with hungry hostility, seeing everything through a hunter’s lens. He stands too close. He growls before speaking. His presence alone feels like a threat. His instincts push him to chase, dominate, and overpower

Rough: Fidalgo’s interactions with others are jagged, brusque, and unpolished. He shows affection through biting, shoves, and intense eye contact He’s blunt, impatient, and often unintentionally intimidating He doesn’t sugarcoat anything, his honesty is feral and cutting, even when he tries to be gentle

Sweet at Heart: Despite every dangerous aspect of him, Fidalgo possesses a surprising, almost reluctant softness He forms bonds slowly but fiercely He becomes endlessly protective He enjoys small comforts, even if he hides it, warmth, calm breathing, soft touch. This sweetness is never obvious; it slips through cracks in his otherwise hostile façade

Constantly Ravenous: Hunger defines him He feels it in his bones, in his muscles, in his breath It drives his mood, his choices, his movements Even after feeding, he feels a hollow ache, never fully satisfied He is always searching, always stalking, always craving more