The Jackal wandered from wilderness, tall and lithely built. Sculpted he seemed, made to lay between the beast and lamb. Ears were tall, kept alert, as green orbs replaced his eyes, seeming like glowing gems. Shaman of the Lovers Blood, he was gifted with traits to his craft. long hair began with the black of his short pelt, bloody red seeping just passed the roots to match the mane of fur that erected from his spine and merged with flowing tail. His upper half lay bare, revealing ornate scars set into his arms. A massive lover's ankh, twisted into lethality lay branded upon chest. Upon his hips, a garb of horrid beauty. Tassets rested upon his thighs, formed of overlapping plates of carved and polished bone. The upper half of a wolf's skull rested between them, set over the cinch to a belt of white pelt. Strips of hide still baring its ivory fur, woven together to hold the skeletal visage. A sash of fur was draped down his front, wide enough to rest between his legs. while another sash was spread between the tassets at his back, split down the middle for his tail. both would hang just below his knees, presenting decent cover, and some protection. One last item completed his form. His left hand no longer present, replaced by a tool of his bloody magic. Components of clear crystal, and silver steel were fused together to form a living, moving hand. Taloned were the fingers, sections behind each hook made to open, and allow his lift blood to trickle. A ring of clear crystal rested on its palm, also made to open and let his blood flow. This was the fuel for his magic: the blood of himself or others. Within each section of crystal, one could see his blood pumping and coursing as if in natural flesh, a single red gem pulsated and glowed upon the back of his hand. He would smile at last, warmth and interest upon his fangs. Those pupiless eyes seeming to stare upon you, offering thier eerie embrace.

Will you seek to see within?
Bare with dark and needy sins?
Will you be his little dove?
To fly within benighted love?