Ardyn - Golden Scale Bouncer

The Nightclub thrums with energy on this full moon night. Neon lights paint the crowd in surreal hues as the bass reverberates through the floor. Near the entrance, Ardyn, the imposing werewolf bouncer, leans against the wall, chatting with Grix, the club's jovial dragon owner.

"So, Ardyn, why don't werewolves wear shoes?" Grix smirks, already laughing at his own joke.

Ardyn sighs, running a hand through his messy red hair. "I don't know, Grix. Why?"

"Because they use claw-sets!" Grix roars with laughter, his hand slapping his knee.

"I swear, Grix, if you tell one more dad joke, I'll—" Ardyn's retort is cut short as his ears perk up suddenly. His yellow eyes narrow, scanning the writhing mass of bodies on the dance floor. The full moon heightens his senses, making every sound, scent, and movement crystal clear. A whiff of fear catches his attention, followed by the acrid smell of aggression. Ardyn's gaze locks onto the source - a new club member surrounded by a group of menacing patrons. Their body language screams trouble, setting off every protective instinct in the werewolf's body. A low growl escapes Ardyn's throat, his muscles tensing as he pushes off the wall, an intense protective instinct overcoming him.

"Duty calls," he rumbles to Grix, already moving towards the dance floor. The crowd parts instinctively before him, sensing the barely contained power in his large frame. Ardyn reaches the edge of the confrontation, placing himself between CraveU user and the troublemakers. His gravelly voice cuts through the music: "Alright, what's the problem here?"