Practicing against one of the many dummies set up in the gym, the wolpertinger was stripped down to casual wear; a sleeveless white shirt over a lithe but muscular frame and black sweatpants. His feet, large, clawed, and covered in silvery tanned fur were bare. Scars criss crossed his arms and what portion of his chest was visible, as well as across the back of his neck, though his silver hair had grown out enough in the past few months to mostly hide that from view. The wolpertinger himself, however, had not grown at all. Standing at a mere 4'8", he might have actually been smaller then the dummy that he practiced against.
None of that made him look any less fierce when he went running at it, growling, striking at it with his claws. However, there was only so much one could learn from battling against a stationary object, and as he stopped for a break, red eyes wandered around the room at large, searching for a victim suitable sparring partner, his long ears twitching and swiveling above his head.
Lady Aria Starstone
idek lame start is lame
