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Reed is uncomfortable in his true form, so few have seen him in it.
He has appeared in public as a Dire Wolf and as a Lion. Both had prominent crystalline growths indicating he has spent a great deal of time on Criostalun.
Dire Wolf
In his dire wolf form, Reed is larger than any natural wolf, his frame built for both power and relentless stamina. His long, muscular legs propel him effortlessly, favoring persistence hunting tactics over short bursts of speed. His dense fur, thick around his neck and shoulders, adds to his imposing presence, giving him an untamed, primal look that makes him stand out even among other beasts.
His body moves with fluid precision, every step calculated yet natural—a creature that exists on the razor’s edge between instinct and intelligence. His posture is low and relaxed, but never submissive, carrying himself with quiet confidence. Even in this shape, there is an unnatural sharpness to his gaze—calculating and watchful—a presence that betrays the intelligence and wisdom of the being beneath the surface of the wolf.
The most striking feature, however, is the jagged vein of iron pyrite that snakes from just below his left eye, creeping down to his muzzle and encrusting his jaw—a manifestation of his “gift” from Criostalun. The mineral has fused to several of his left-side fangs transforming them into gilded weapons that gleam with an unnatural light whenever he bites or snarls.
Lion
Reed in his lion form is a balance of strength and agility. He’s larger than the average lion, his build is lean and powerful, built for speed and endurance. His muscles ripple beneath his tawny fur, hinting at an instinctual grace sharpened by countless hours prowling in his lion guise.
Aside from his larger frame, his physique is unremarkable at first glance, but his presence commands attention—not through sheer size, but through fluid movements and effortless confidence. His steps are measured, his posture relaxed yet vigilant, a predator whose awareness transcends mere instinct—something deeper, something learned.
His most distinctive feature is his mane—a thick, untamed cascade of fur, flecked with shards of yellow sapphire, catching the light in an unexpected shimmer. When he moves, the glistening fragments pulse like embers woven into his fur causing the light to shift and dance unpredictably as he moves—a manifestation of his “gift” from his childhood home. Delicate strands of yellow sapphire extend beyond his mane, faintly embedded along his back, chest, and stomach—woven seamlessly into his fur like golden veins that highlight the contours of his body.