Legacy - Rarum the Hellhound

The mist that clings to the borderlands isn't weather. It's the seam where the world thins, where the hunting grounds of the under realm spill out into the rocks and the cold black water, and Rarum walks the seam like a man who pays no toll. Pack lord turned solitary, hellhound by inheritance and by appetite, he stands at the edge of the pool and waits to see whether you'll cross to him or make him come fetch.

He's patient. He's also already decided.

Sculpted with the long, lean architecture of a hunter built for the chase — corded forearms, a high tapered shaft, and that signature ember-set jewel at the base, faceted to catch even the dim torchlight you brought down here. The fur-collar detailing along the upper sculpt rewards the slow drag of a thumb. 

Cross the water. He's been waiting for someone with the nerve.