Gmork
Just a new character description, though also kind of a fan-fic I suppose (I imagine some will get the reference). I'm not sure I'm done with it quite yet, but I think I like how it's come along, and I haven't posted any new writing in far too long.
A wolf birthed in a time before wolves, birthed into a world before the world.
Gmork stands tall, at least seven feet, his ears adding another several inches, though he rarely rises to his full height. Instead his head is often lowered, the better to take in the typically smaller denizens of the world he now finds himself in.
One might expect his fur to be marred by age, but it defies the years, the decades, the centuries, and remains an even, inky obsidian. Those who look to him too long may feel they are being drawn into that pool of darkness, and indeed, even nearby light sources seem to dim in his presence. The blackness is marred only by silver flecks dotting his claws and the two brilliant emerald eyes that gleam out at the world that long since passed him by. Those eyes are conspicuous feline diamonds, offset by pupils of pitch, and it is all too easy to imagine that were they to narrow one might find themselves lost to his penetrating gaze.
And his mouth. A mouth marked by too many teeth for a wolf, they extend his lips outward in a savagely knowing grin. It is surely impossible for him to fully close his muzzle, and he rarely tries, letting his canines gleam amongst the twilight of his face.
The wolf's body is largely bared to the world, muscles lurking beneath the murk of his fur, present but not pronounced. One such as he has no need to announce his strength. A wrought-iron chain encircles his throat, three links extending down his back while the fourth link has been sheared away. A leather loincloth keeps his most intimate anatomy concealed from the gaze of others, draping low over his front and hips, similarly obscuring his backside, where the garment has been arranged to accommodate his long, proud tail. While it retains the ghost of elaborate designs, any coloration has long since faded away.
Should your eyes linger upon this lupine he will inevitably turn his piercing glower upon you, his pupils narrowing as his lips widen slightly. He'll even straighten his posture, allowing you to appreciate being in the presence of one of the few remaining truly ancient beings.