You see Uks walking in your direction, and as you stare at his beautiful silver eyes, transfixed, he notices you and grins lightly, canines flashing. He walks past you calmly, a soft thump beating on his lightly furred back with each bounce of the large, doubled bladed, silver edged, black battle axe slung across his shoulder. His enticing gaze shows a strong will and burning determination, his body well toned to match the draconic like fire in his eyes. Bare chested, Uks fur stands out with its vivid diamond patterns of blue upon black. He wears a pair of baggy black pants designed with bloodied dragons crawling up his legs, and his boots draw their own attention with each thud upon the floor, their crimson sparkles and rust colored stains bringing to mind fresh and old blood.

When you finally come to yourself, you notice the diamonds connect to work in a scaled pattern, marking the fur along his entire, visible, body, darker blue hair curling between his proudly pointed ears, spiking at the ends like a protective set of quills. Uks muzzle angles sharply outward, eye teeth peeking out from his upper lip to rest threateningly upon his chin. You might think he was a dragon born to a dog with his powerful air of the mythical and aloof. Oddly, his pelt flows unblemished across his well built frame, not a single scar marking his flesh. When he turns back to look over his shoulder, you see the crazed glow of a berserker sparkling to life within his quicksilver orbs, his jaws parting in a roar of challenge to the unseen opponent. In a simple word, he is dangerous.