IC: Salve watched the Steef swallow the Scrab cake whole "Yer sure yo won't choke on that?" he said. His own mouth wasn't large enough to allow diong such a thing. After he'd finished, he looked around through the crates a bit more. As he pushed one to a side, he started. A Sleg was standing there. Before he could think, it ran up to him and began licking his legs "Tame, is yer? You wantz to be commin' wi' me, then" He patted the Sleg, which gave a low growl of approval. "I'll call yerz...Lil' Brudda!"
Name: Lil' Brudda, also responds to just Brudda
Species: Sleg
Occupation: Trained, obediant Sleg
Equipment: Tusks, fangs, , a superior sense of smell, and a few metal loops through parts of his 'crest'
Personality: Highly obediant and likes meeting new friends, particularly with other Slegs or Slogs, and doesn't usually bite first, probably due to his good training and intelligence. On command of his owner, though, he'll turn pretty nasty.
Bio: Not much is really known about him right now, but judging by his obediance, he'd been well trained by a previous owner, and then either lost, abandoned or whatever, and came to living on foodstuffs around abandoned parts of the city.
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