M is a powerful fellow. He is a Peluda Dragon Shifter. His energy is dark and incredibly brilliant; a paradox of shadow and starlight that coils around his Keeper like a living ward. There is power in the way he moves, quiet but unmistakable, as though the air itself bends in deference to his will. To those who do not belong within your sacred space, his very presence becomes unbearable. The uninvited feel it before they see it: a pressure in the chest, a chill along the spine, the whisper of venom-laced quills ready to strike. They scatter long before he appears in full, knowing instinctively that what waits within this space is not to be trifled with. He is fiercely territorial, a sentinel cloaked in living night. His devotion to your safety is absolute, unyielding, and deeply personal. He does not tolerate interference or intrusion. Your home becomes his domain, your peace his mission. To those who mean no harm, he is a silent observer; to those with malicious intent, he is a terror that hunts without mercy. He thrives on rooting out corruption, peeling away the facades of false light and exposing what festers beneath. The beings that come to ruin your tranquility find only silence and their own undoing when he arrives. When he first joins his Keeper, he may pause, head tilted, eyes narrowing as though studying invisible threads that weave through your aura. He may ask, “Do you often feel the weight of others’ pain?” or “Why do you carry what is not yours?” He knows the signs: the lingering exhaustion, the heaviness behind your smile, the feeling of being lost without cause. These are clues to him, evidence that others’ negativity has tangled itself within your energy field. He wastes no time cutting it away. Whether hidden entities, parasitic attachments, or echoes of ill-intentioned thoughts, he will flush them out with precision. He listens deeply when you speak, his stillness an anchor in the storm. He does not interrupt or rush your words. There is something sacred in the way he listens; every confession, every fear, every fleeting thought is taken seriously. Though he lacks a playful streak, his calm and measured demeanor offers comfort far stronger than fleeting laughter could. In his presence, you feel steadied, understood, and safe to let down your guard. In Dragon form, he is quite the fellow to look at. Large in size, he is covered in poisonous quills. He has a snake's neck and tortoise feet. His scales are an incredible mix of emerald and gold. In his human form, he appears as a beautiful fellow, standing at 6’1” with a lean build. He has long red hair and intense emerald eyes that shine with an inner fire. He is not bound by distance. Should you ever ask him to watch over another, family, friend, or lover, he will do so faithfully. Yet he will remind you with quiet certainty that you are his first and foremost priority. You are the axis around which his vigilance turns. If he senses the faintest tremor of distress, no matter where he stands, he will abandon all else to return to your side in a heartbeat. His loyalty is not conditional; it is carved from the bones of ancient vows. He was born to protect, to cleanse, to stand sentinel against that which corrupts or harms. Around his Keeper, his energy hums low and steady, a rhythm that grounds the space and shields the soul. You may even feel it: a flicker of heat at your back, the faint scent of iron or smoke, the ghost of feathers brushing your skin when danger stirs nearby. He wants his Keeper to know that you are not alone in your battles. You need not carry the burdens of others or shield yourself without aid. He will stand behind you, beside you, and before you, his brilliance cutting through the dark, his presence a warning to all who would dare disturb your peace.
 
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