──── chaotic neutral bordering on neutral good. introverted yet social-ish.
──── disciplined, hardworking, insightful, loyal, passionate, and reliable.
──── dominating, dramatic, intense, (v) outspoken, sarcastic, and sarcastic.
──── abrasive, dogmatic, escapist, fiery, impulsive, moody, and vindictive.
In all that Hound does, there is intensity. His heart does not come in fractions– should he love or despise, it will be done with no half-measures. His loyalty, once earned, is a force to shatter mountains. He would ask nothing more, and give nothing less. It seems that his honesty wars with his wariness; though this may be the truth of him, so too is his intractability. He is stubborn, made of harsh words and tense body language. So little of him is palatable. He knows that. So does most everyone around him. Some understand, but far more have no desire to.
There's no true excuse for the harshness of his demeanor. To many, he is unyielding and cold. Without many friends or any lover, he is a lonely soul. It is difficult to know him, this is true, and any ability is hindered by his own unwillingness to allow it. Intractability is safety. Those who find themselves insulted by his barbed tongue or wily humor are not those that will last long anyway. Better to show them the worst of him now, while they've no expectation of better. The critical glances are worth the protection, burn him as they might.
To see him truly at rest, one must look past the guarded strength and well-earned wariness. There might not be a creature more committed to the safety of those closest to him than Houndsnarl. Seated at rest with companions, his shoulder is pressed to the young cat's beside him as he cajoles him to song. He tips his head to the dark sky and howls out the verse like a dog to the moon, feral and searching for home. At the side of a bloodied nest he frets as a kitten might, tearing apart the strands of a moss ball to busy his bloodied claws. He glares like a librarian when someone bumps through the entryway, and snarls with the rough voice of a stray mutt when their chastened apology stirs the shape before him.
There is wariness to him, yes, but under this guise is a deep-seated protectiveness, and a devoted desire to see those he cares for safe — even if he typically goes about it in a rather unfortunate way.
