[ Howl unfurls the gift and holds it out in front of him, letting it hang free and heavy. His vacant blue eyes almost glitter with lively energy as he gazes at it; it's elaborate and commanding and beautifully opulent and exactly in his tastes.
He swings it onto his shoulders and pulls the collar tightly around his neck. The dark fur frames his face and jawline perfectly, although the bright color of his blond hair clashes a bit. ]
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He swings it onto his shoulders and pulls the collar tightly around his neck. The dark fur frames his face and jawline perfectly, although the bright color of his blond hair clashes a bit. ]
How do I look?