Aristotle-Familiar

^{You nodded to the white minotaur, noticing his lack of energy. You wondered who else had been here, and if it was many, but once the gates swung open you paused and watched as they creaked to full width apart. Nodding kindly to the minotaur, you walked inside the ring with your head held high, muscles rippling under a starry pelt. You tossed your forelock from your eyes and they settled upon your opponent. It felt awkward, wanting to kill the one that thing you wanted to trust the most, but you also knew that this was not the real Padfoot. A snort escaped from your nares and you stopped just before the middle of the ring, facing the small wolf ahead. You figured the best way to beat the hell out of him was to get him angry, so you chuckled rudely at the sight of him. "Hello, Padfoot. You're looking a bit frazzled today, my friend." And with that, you watched his lips curl back to reveal sharp white teeth, the teeth of a carnivore. Fear stuck through your spine, but on the outside you remained with a pokerface, unwavering at the sight. His growl made your hairs stand on end. Let's get this over with, you though, and charged at the canus lupus. Dirt sprayed out behind you, and you jumped, ready to crush the Tundra Wolf by gravity. A sneer broke onto your face, curling it into something wolf-like itself and didn't seem like the normal you. You were now rabid, charging straight as a creature able to take you down, but you hardly would think it would kill you. A piercing neigh of challenge came from your throat, and you crashed down, aim on your target.}