[/html]Sorry if this post is sorta choppy, getting into the new character and all XD; Lemme know if there's anything specifically you want to happen to Gotham, and feel free to do whatever you want to Gregor short of seriously disabling him.
This place had drawn him here for the same reasons as all the places he had tread before: strife and war. Gregor was a creature made for these circumstances, and really only them. He was the rabid dog that kings loved to unleash upon their foes, but as soon as peace was restored he became unsavory to his former lieges. Not that the giant of a wolf had any desire to stay any place where order had been restored. In times of peace the things he did were looked down upon. He would be hunted for the monster he was. In war though, everything changed. Someone was always willing to employ someone of his stature and...talents. This Maska was not unlike the others before him, and Gregor doubted that this war would by any different either.
It was no surprise that the hulking man was well-suited for the life he lead. When on two legs he nearly topped nine feet in height. He was heavy and wide, but it was all muscle—there was not an ounce of fat on the giant's body. His coat was made up of storm-cloud grey with patches of dirty snow here and there, which had earned him the moniker of "The Mountain" from past cohorts. Gregor was practically a mute as well. He spoke with his body. Cruelty was the language he was most fluent in.
He had been sitting idly in the woods when the call flashed into the still night air. Hard yellow eyes darted in the direction of its source and was immediately moving towards it. Not much time was wasted from when the distress signal was issued to when Gregor came upon the scene. The scent of blood was already in the air and The Mountain locked onto the shadowy target. The brute moved forward with purpose and reached out a massive hand to grab the scruff of the intruder's neck.
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