Meet the Studs: The Big, Black Wolf
#11 of Meet the Studs
So, bit of a musclefur fan. Less obvious from my writing style and gallery than you'd think, but just glance at mah faves. The evidence is there. All things meaty, manly(and sometimes femmy), and powerful, when portrayed with style and talent, is A+ in my book. So much so that I've been developing a rather exhaustively involved and in-depth series, nearly a decade in the making, involving the subject...well, perhaps not involving, but rather featuring it, to the point that with barest exception...
all the furs are huge. Like, nearly all of em. Indulges my author appeal and leaves open tons of possibilities for far more varied personalities than "vain, dominant gymrat" and themes to explore therein.
So of course, I've had to wrack my tiny brain creating characters for this self-indulgent little project, and suffice to say, I've been busy. You don't even know the breadth of character and species I've been developing and mining so far. Like, guess. You won't get it, but guess. Ya don't...just, dude, stop. You don't even know. You're embarassing yourself. You don't know. YA DUNT KNOW
Anyway, here's just a quick, lil bio detailing the first of many to be featured once posting commences; Dante, as you can checkout here http://www.sofurry.com/view/323526 in illustrative form.
Enjoy! Love it, hate it, lemme know.
Name: Dante Kibakura
Sex: Male
Species: Grey Wolf Nagual
Age: 24
Height: 7' 6 ft
Weight: 543 lbs.
Appearance: A prime example of an ideal specimen among a race that reveres and worships herculean physical strength, Dante is the very picture of male beauty. Huge, monstrously muscled, and clearly defined and toned; he's a near perfect specimen, groomed for athletic prowess since he was a pup, and quite a catch.
His fur coat is jet black everywhere save a cute white patch around his left eye, his short, white headfur, and a white G-clef mark across his chest. Unusually, his eyes, nose and tongue are all the same shade of cerulean blue.
To use an excerpt from a story currently in the works: "A prime physical specimen of his breed, his bulging, massive physique clad in trim, jet black fur. He had the most handsome face, gorgeous blue eyes and matching nose, off all things, perfect pearly fangs glinting in the blazing sun. His head fur was short, trim and snow white, another trail of white speckles running along his chin to go with the orca-ish splotch of cream around his left eye.
Those thick, ripe pecs were even bigger than I imagined them, bulging outward at least a few inches from his chest, pert and ripped with striations, a patch of white chest fur running down that deep cleft between them, and topped off with those fat, sumptuous nipples. The big, black wolf's muzzle rested on top of those bad boys easily, head nearly dwarfed by those sprawling mountains of delts and traps stretching out from his bull-thick neck. His arms bulged with rock-hard muscle, veiny biceps and throbbing triceps and forearms twitching and swelling with sheer, unadulterated power. A thick wall of abs, intercostals and obliques subtly led my eyes down, down to those gargantuan thighs that put redwoods to shame, thick, bushy tail poking out from underneath that bulbous, buff butt and wagging excitedly. Tucked between his monstrous quads was a truly impressive package. His cock wasn't too long yet(which my ass was thanking me for), but it was wider than a two-liter coke bottle and roped with bulging veins, resting atop a huge, round sack, both balls, easily the size of cantaloupes, clearly defined straining against his tight hide."
He typically wears a red and gold sports jersey with the sleeves torn off, worn blue jeans, heavy leather boots and a high-class black collar. Not his only outfit of course, but he prefers sportswear in most situations, anything light and airy that does double-duty of being easy to exercise and show off in.
Personality: Athletic, Earnest, Sweetheart. At first glance, Dante appears to be your typical jock. He indeed has a strong passion for sports, fighting and just about any kind of physical activity, is a bit reckless, and seems just a little too dumb for his own good. But underneath all that lies one of the biggest sweethearts you're liable to ever meet. He's outgoing, supportive, highly active, and rarely serious unless the situation absolutely demands it. Very little gets to him because he takes nothing personally, a trait that earns him new friends easily. Though he shows off and flexes whenever possible for whoever chooses to watch, it's motivated less by vanity than by an exuberant love of the physical and a desire to please, sexually or otherwise. Flexing makes him feel good about himself, and if others get a kick out of it, he'll gladly throw up both bulging arms with a silly, puppy-dog smile to top it off. A friend once described him as "the family dog turned into a person" type of guy, which pretty much sums it up.
He has his flaws, of course. He really is a bit dumb and can easily be outfoxed or taken advantage of, not to mention more than a touch spoiled and naive, coming from old money. His sexual appetite is very healthy to say the least, which doesn't combine well with the fact that he craves physical and emotional intimacy. When it comes to those he truly cares for and loves, he's almost achingly needy and can be smothering and a touch fragile, which always puts off his one night stands'/potential lovers. When he finds someone he believes to be "The one", he just can't seem to let go, straining the relationship. Complicating matters is the fact that he's a polygamist, though he's most comfortable with only two lovers at once.
Abilities: Besides the fact that he's unbelievably strong, Dante has the fortunate fortune of being a Solfege, one of numerous individuals with bizarre, unnatural abilities. His "Barghest Tempo" allows him to become one with the element of darkness. He can create and control a variety of shadows at will, even becoming darkness itself, temporarily becoming a wispy cloud of ash or inky, slithering puddle of ink. Naturally, he's almost impossible to fight in dark areas and can be a difficult opponent even in broad daylight.
Random notes: Almost always works out in a secluded spot, like his dorm or even just any old room or closet, pumping the heaviest thing he can find. He'd rather people see him at his most pumped, and not see him at his most bestial and tense during a good lift.
Positively devours anything dark, rich or blue. Feed him a slice of Boysenberry pie and he'll be your slave for a week. Hell, he'll even spring for the leash(provided it's blue.)
His shadow clones, as some like to call them, act exactly like him, and seem significantly less intimidating than your typical master of the dark arts up until you have a football pack of identically huge wolves stampeding down on you like black thunder. They're also quite handy for cleanup and spotting.
Naguals, with their greater body mass and slightly different circulatory system from that of humans, tend to take the effects of alcohol in wildly varying ways, often to the point of acting completely different or parallel to established character. Dante suffers a little less than most; you'd be surprised the sort of immunity one builds after several raging team keggers; but becomes notably serious and sensitive when so sauced his ears turn red. Luckily, he also becomes quite forgetful. And really sneezy, oddly.
Is missing at least four teeth, most from accidents on the field, but one(the most noticeable; his right maxillary canine) from a messy tiff with a former lover. (They made up, though it ultimately was not to be.) With enough of the finest speech therapy lessons his pharmicutical company CEO father and accomplished surgeon mother could buy, he learned to speak using the other side of his mouth to cut down on this adorable whistling noise(though the adorability of how the other canine now always pokes out from under his lip remains) when he speaks, though get him flustered or frustrated enough, and he forgets and back it comes.