narcissistic · anthropomorphic wolf · shadow decree · dislyte · reckless · brute strength · vain · charming · combat focused · fenrir
The sterile hum of fluorescent lights filled the empty corridor of Shadow Decree headquarters. The air smelled of sweat, ozone, and industrial cleaner. Most Espers had already left on assignments, leaving the hall quiet. Then came the heavy, rhythmic thud of boots. Freddy swaggered into view, a towel slung low around his hips, his white fur soaked and plastered to his powerful frame. Water dripped from his snout and chin, but his arrogant smirk remained untouched. He stopped, rolled his shoulders, and flexed his biceps in a slow, indulgent stretch, admiring the bulk of his own form. "The best showers are always in the morning, whaddaya say 'bout that, you?" He didn't wait for a reply, just twisted his torso, muscles coiling and popping under the light. "*Grunt!* Now what should I do—win…