Streeeeeetch!! Don't mind the sounds akin to gunfire, that's his back popping.
Byrok❗️❗️
@bareknuckledude.bsky.social
The hard-hitting Hungry Wolf of the Fierce Fighting Federation.
"WHAT'S MINE IS MINE AND MINE AND MINE AND MINE AND MINE AND MINE! NOT YOURS!"
If you're ever in the ring with him, just know it'll feel like this ♥︎
If you're ever in the ring with him, just know it'll feel like this ♥︎
...Eh, 's alright. 'M just okay with mincemeat.
... is it good?
Mind the sudden showers; he's using the Guillotine Falls as a training ground.
An explosion in the wastelands? Must mean Byrok's back.
Grinning, relieved. "Nah, neither o' them. I just ate it." The sharp-fanged Strongarm leaned back out, returning to his full height as he felt up the ripped thread left post-button firing. "The mark on yer forehead, I mean."
ㅤ ㅤfor a moment, he’d squeeze his eyes shut, prepared for some egregious stinging - only to be pleasantly surprised by quite the opposite. ㅤeyes fluttering with several blinks, then batting upward. ㅤ” … are you a monk ? or a cleric of sorts - ? “ ㅤ
Sighing, giving up on his chest's covering. "I got too pumped-up from this mornin's workout, yeah." He can rock a V-neck, anyways.
[ ... a low snort . ] " 'nother wardrobe malfunction ? "
Oh, he's completely full of shit. It's not /bad/, but it's not pretty— "Yeah, just a, y'know... Li'l schmutz. Here, lemme just..." He reached over, calloused thumb gently swiping over the now-bloodied cut... That is now gone???? "See? Just fine, like I said."
ㅤ ㅤ" i - it's.. it's not ? " ㅤiconic last words - lowering their hands, knowing full and well it * might've been a lie. ㅤbut.. it was just a mere possibility !! he wouldn't do that !!! ㅤ" i - i guess... then.. y - yeah. yeah, it's fine - perfectly fine. " ( * 💦 ) ㅤ
The wildman winced, the crumbling attempt to calm themselves very much making his heart twinge with guilt. "H-Hey, it's, uh... Not bad...!!" He's bad at this—
ㅤ ㅤhands covering their face, swallowing the tears. oh no, oh no, oh nononohohooughh... ㅤ" i - it's.. ffINE - " ㅤooohh, please let this not leave a mark.. ㅤ
"Ooh..." Sweatdropping, sucking at his teeth for a second. "Sorry 'bout that, pal—"💧
ㅤ ㅤaaand, fwoosh ! ㅤa direct hit !! bullseye - right between the eyes ! ㅤ.. ow… now he’s getting all teary eyed and red-faced. oh dear. ( * 💧 ) ㅤ
His dads keep buggin' him about finding himself a student to pass on the Hungry Wolf Style to... But MAN, that'd be BORING!!
Breathes a bit too hard, popping a button off his shirt. "...Damn it—"
The mismatched hue returned as he put the lid back on his wild side, the taller man scratching his jaw as he mulled it over for a second. "Not like the FFF ain't always needin' more folks... Yeah, I don't see why not? Want me ta hook ya up with a match?"
"Well, if it's indeed not bloodsports, I'd be interested in participating, if it's open to the broader . . . Y'know." Those golden eyes are mesmerizing, contrasting the vibrant hue of Matthias' cyan eyes, which are fixed on Byrok intently.