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Io
Sirius
High Councilor
Master Fighter (240)
Master Hunter (275)
Bloodletter
age
11 Years
11 Years
gender
Male
Male
gems
38
38
player
Seadragoness
Seadragoness
![Legendary](/images/awards/general/Legendary.png)
![Wealthy](/images/awards/general/Wealthy.png)
![Samhain 2022](/images/awards/events/Samhain.png)
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![The Ooze Participant](/images/awards/events/TheOoze.gif)
![The Ooze - Variation 1](/images/awards/events/Mushroom.gif)
![Wordy](/images/awards/general/Wordy.png)
![Silver Medal 2020](/images/awards/events/MedalSilver20.png)
![Critical Hit!](/images/awards/fighting/CriticalHit.png)
![Critical Fail!](/images/awards/fighting/CriticalFail.png)
![Trick 2019](/images/awards/events/Trick.png)
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12-18-2019, 03:46 AM
Now that he was healed, he could make frequent trips back to the land of his choosing, and survey the taratory. It was still ash-logged and he had a half-dozen partly completed tasks he had left sitting idle after his injury. His secret stock was depleted, and he knew Io had hauled it back to the Empire after he had told her of it - he was happy it had helped Deathbelle, but he still sighed when he checked over it. He would have to start from scratch again, and hunting in his land was lean with the active volcano being a menace even this far away.
Well, the activity would do him good, he supposed. After arriving, he spent the rest of the day continued a few of the tasks he had set himself. Such as laying out the borders for Io’s herb garden, which he would eventually fence off. He would also ensure there was a portion that would work for poisons that an obvious wolf couldn’t stumble into. The obelisk with the pack rules imprinted into the stone still needed to be planted upright, but he didn’t tackle the job alone. He left it be, and moved on increasing the size of the cellar where he stored his meats.
Once the day finally came to an end, he crawled into the partial den he had begun to make for Zee and himself. It was big enough to house him, but he would eventually be adding depth to it, and an offshout that could house a pregnant wolf and pups, but perhaps he was dreaming. Deathbelle may have released them from the obligation of sending their children to her as slaves, but he and Zee where yet to approach the subject of children between them. He supposed a part of him had hoped it would happen naturally, but Zee was yet to grow heavy with child. Perhaps that was something else he needed to bring up with Io, but he hesitated to do so. Having never actually tried to make children before, he wasn’t certain where he was going wrong. He shuddered to think of the possibility that he was incapable.
It took him a while to drift off to sleep, but immediately after losing consciousness, he would find himself in the realm of dreams, and the nightmares that plagued him were quick to take over.
Well, the activity would do him good, he supposed. After arriving, he spent the rest of the day continued a few of the tasks he had set himself. Such as laying out the borders for Io’s herb garden, which he would eventually fence off. He would also ensure there was a portion that would work for poisons that an obvious wolf couldn’t stumble into. The obelisk with the pack rules imprinted into the stone still needed to be planted upright, but he didn’t tackle the job alone. He left it be, and moved on increasing the size of the cellar where he stored his meats.
Once the day finally came to an end, he crawled into the partial den he had begun to make for Zee and himself. It was big enough to house him, but he would eventually be adding depth to it, and an offshout that could house a pregnant wolf and pups, but perhaps he was dreaming. Deathbelle may have released them from the obligation of sending their children to her as slaves, but he and Zee where yet to approach the subject of children between them. He supposed a part of him had hoped it would happen naturally, but Zee was yet to grow heavy with child. Perhaps that was something else he needed to bring up with Io, but he hesitated to do so. Having never actually tried to make children before, he wasn’t certain where he was going wrong. He shuddered to think of the possibility that he was incapable.
It took him a while to drift off to sleep, but immediately after losing consciousness, he would find himself in the realm of dreams, and the nightmares that plagued him were quick to take over.
12-18-2019, 10:31 AM
(This post was last modified: 12-19-2019, 02:46 PM by Iolaire.)
Absence had been her habit as of late. First it was Deathbelle. Then it was her coyote-bitten face. Then it was a severe wash of melancholy that made her way to keep away, lest others ask about it. Today, however, she made her way back to the Armada's temporary home. She'd been by to check on Sirius' leg and now she was back to check again. Both on his leg, his well being, and the rest of the pack if they were about.
The night was clear and bright, though the moon was but a sliver. The stars shimmered like jewels. The great firepit that Iolaire had insisted upon in the middle of the common area was out, of course. She didn't know if anyone else knew how to make fire. She stopped and took the flint and steel from her pack along with some shreds of cattail. Making sparks, she soon had a decent fire going. The flames danced over the waving grasses. Satisfied, Io continued on her way.
After dropping her pack off in her own temporary den, the tiny wolf made her way towards where her brother made his own. Ears perked as she neared it, hearing some commotion from inside. She supposed that she shouldn't have been surprised. It was night after all. Of course he was asleep. Io was the only night creature in these parts. Ears flicked forward again as she heard scuffling and growling. Then a sigh was released. He was having another night terror.
A long while back, Iolaire had promised not to get close when he slept. She wouldn't break that promise now. Picking up a nice sized rock. Iolaire got close enough to just see into his den. With a bit of force, she chucked the rock within, aiming to hit him with it and wake him from his uneasy slumber.
The night was clear and bright, though the moon was but a sliver. The stars shimmered like jewels. The great firepit that Iolaire had insisted upon in the middle of the common area was out, of course. She didn't know if anyone else knew how to make fire. She stopped and took the flint and steel from her pack along with some shreds of cattail. Making sparks, she soon had a decent fire going. The flames danced over the waving grasses. Satisfied, Io continued on her way.
After dropping her pack off in her own temporary den, the tiny wolf made her way towards where her brother made his own. Ears perked as she neared it, hearing some commotion from inside. She supposed that she shouldn't have been surprised. It was night after all. Of course he was asleep. Io was the only night creature in these parts. Ears flicked forward again as she heard scuffling and growling. Then a sigh was released. He was having another night terror.
A long while back, Iolaire had promised not to get close when he slept. She wouldn't break that promise now. Picking up a nice sized rock. Iolaire got close enough to just see into his den. With a bit of force, she chucked the rock within, aiming to hit him with it and wake him from his uneasy slumber.
Io has a dwarf caribou companion and a snow leopard companion. Assume they aren't with her unless stated otherwise.
Sirius
High Councilor
Master Fighter (240)
Master Hunter (275)
Bloodletter
age
11 Years
11 Years
gender
Male
Male
gems
38
38
player
Seadragoness
Seadragoness
![Legendary](/images/awards/general/Legendary.png)
![Wealthy](/images/awards/general/Wealthy.png)
![Samhain 2022](/images/awards/events/Samhain.png)
![Statue 1 Worship](/images/awards/events/Statue1.png)
![The Ooze Participant](/images/awards/events/TheOoze.gif)
![The Ooze - Variation 1](/images/awards/events/Mushroom.gif)
![Wordy](/images/awards/general/Wordy.png)
![Silver Medal 2020](/images/awards/events/MedalSilver20.png)
![Critical Hit!](/images/awards/fighting/CriticalHit.png)
![Critical Fail!](/images/awards/fighting/CriticalFail.png)
![Trick 2019](/images/awards/events/Trick.png)
![Promptober 2019](/images/awards/events/Promptober.png)
12-18-2019, 01:04 PM
He had two options, win, or lose all he cared about. He was one to back down from a fight, even when he was outnumbered and outgunned. Deathbelle was beside him, fierce in her own right, but using his body as a shield from the attackers. He couldn’t let her down, he couu- - sudden pain blossomed in his face, he roared, lashing out at the wolves around him, only to find that he was in his den, stumbling at the entrance, blinking into star-light.
He shuddered softly, trying to righten his understanding of the world after coming-to so abruptly from dream. There was Io, he realised, watching him with all-to-seeing eyes. He returned the expression wearily, but understood she had upheld her promise and awoken him from afar - even if he was likely to develop a lump on his noggin for her gentle methods.
“Io” he said carefully, somewhat expecting accusations for his lack of communications. He was still having nightmares, clearly. He didn’t want her to drug him again, he remembered the difficulty he had experienced in waking. How hard it was to pull himself from the slumber. He didn’t like that feeling of weakness, of being vulnerable.
He shuddered softly, trying to righten his understanding of the world after coming-to so abruptly from dream. There was Io, he realised, watching him with all-to-seeing eyes. He returned the expression wearily, but understood she had upheld her promise and awoken him from afar - even if he was likely to develop a lump on his noggin for her gentle methods.
“Io” he said carefully, somewhat expecting accusations for his lack of communications. He was still having nightmares, clearly. He didn’t want her to drug him again, he remembered the difficulty he had experienced in waking. How hard it was to pull himself from the slumber. He didn’t like that feeling of weakness, of being vulnerable.
12-19-2019, 07:49 AM
(This post was last modified: 01-06-2020, 12:54 PM by Iolaire.)
She watched as the rock knocked into his head. Oops. She also watched as he began to stir. The confusion on his face was slightly comical, but she didn't laugh. The situation was too dire for that. Of course she hadn't expected her one time giving of herbs to be some crazy miracle cure. It had simply been to give him a night of undisturbed sleep. He had been exhausted. She had temporarily helped that exhaustion. The underlying issue still needed to be addressed.
He said her name and she nodded. "Today's the day. Let's start doing something about that." Didn't matter that today was actually still night. The small wolf motioned for him to come join her by the fire that she'd started. Though it was spring, nights still became chill. A gentle breeze blew the ocean of tall grass back and forth, creating a never ending hiss.
Iolaire fed a few dried logs to the fire before moved a short distance away. The brightness of the fire would provide light, but wouldn't be glaringly obnoxious in their eyes at this distance. The little dame settled herself onto the soft grass and motioned for her brother to do the same. He most likely wouldn't like tonight. It would hurt him immensely. He might even be angry with her, but he would do it and she would take it. The future of his line depended on it.
He said her name and she nodded. "Today's the day. Let's start doing something about that." Didn't matter that today was actually still night. The small wolf motioned for him to come join her by the fire that she'd started. Though it was spring, nights still became chill. A gentle breeze blew the ocean of tall grass back and forth, creating a never ending hiss.
Iolaire fed a few dried logs to the fire before moved a short distance away. The brightness of the fire would provide light, but wouldn't be glaringly obnoxious in their eyes at this distance. The little dame settled herself onto the soft grass and motioned for her brother to do the same. He most likely wouldn't like tonight. It would hurt him immensely. He might even be angry with her, but he would do it and she would take it. The future of his line depended on it.
Io has a dwarf caribou companion and a snow leopard companion. Assume they aren't with her unless stated otherwise.
Sirius
High Councilor
Master Fighter (240)
Master Hunter (275)
Bloodletter
age
11 Years
11 Years
gender
Male
Male
gems
38
38
player
Seadragoness
Seadragoness
![Legendary](/images/awards/general/Legendary.png)
![Wealthy](/images/awards/general/Wealthy.png)
![Samhain 2022](/images/awards/events/Samhain.png)
![Statue 1 Worship](/images/awards/events/Statue1.png)
![The Ooze Participant](/images/awards/events/TheOoze.gif)
![The Ooze - Variation 1](/images/awards/events/Mushroom.gif)
![Wordy](/images/awards/general/Wordy.png)
![Silver Medal 2020](/images/awards/events/MedalSilver20.png)
![Critical Hit!](/images/awards/fighting/CriticalHit.png)
![Critical Fail!](/images/awards/fighting/CriticalFail.png)
![Trick 2019](/images/awards/events/Trick.png)
![Promptober 2019](/images/awards/events/Promptober.png)
12-19-2019, 02:42 PM
He surveyed his sister in silence, chest still heaving from the war that had raged in his sleep, and he could feel a headache beginning to form. That last one was likely a result of the stone that had woken him from his slumber with a sound crack to the head. Instead of accusations, Io nodded her head to him, and told him today was the day. He raised a brow at that, he didn’t think he would be an easy fix.
He slipped out of the den and made his way closer to the petite wolf, giving her a fond lick on the forehead as he walked past her to the fire place. He made certain to lick against the grain, just because she was his sister, and it was gentle revenge for the rock.
When Io settled down and indicated for him to join her, he did so. He had no idea what she had in mind for him, but his trusted his sweet sister. His larger body hit the grass of the Tall Grass Plains softly and he rolled his shoulders into her side so that there was little distance between them. “Alright, now what?” the Titan asked.
He slipped out of the den and made his way closer to the petite wolf, giving her a fond lick on the forehead as he walked past her to the fire place. He made certain to lick against the grain, just because she was his sister, and it was gentle revenge for the rock.
When Io settled down and indicated for him to join her, he did so. He had no idea what she had in mind for him, but his trusted his sweet sister. His larger body hit the grass of the Tall Grass Plains softly and he rolled his shoulders into her side so that there was little distance between them. “Alright, now what?” the Titan asked.
12-19-2019, 02:52 PM
(This post was last modified: 01-06-2020, 12:55 PM by Iolaire.)
Sirius, in true form, licked her between the ears, spiking up her fur with spit. The small wolf growled softly and swiped at his retreating form with one paw. She then smoothed her fur, ears flat out to the sides as she shot a death glare at her sibling. He knew that she hated that, and so he made a point to do it as often as possible.
After chucking himself into the sweet smelling grass, he questioned her and Iolaire moved back into her clinical, healer mode. "Tell me about it. Let's start with the dream that you just had. Tell me about that." A lot of talking, listening and debate would be involved. The process would be arduous. It would be worth it though.
Ears flicked forward and she waited to hear what her sibling had to say. There would be no judgement involved. She wouldn't share any of the information with another soul. It would be between the pair of them and would forever stay that way.
After chucking himself into the sweet smelling grass, he questioned her and Iolaire moved back into her clinical, healer mode. "Tell me about it. Let's start with the dream that you just had. Tell me about that." A lot of talking, listening and debate would be involved. The process would be arduous. It would be worth it though.
Ears flicked forward and she waited to hear what her sibling had to say. There would be no judgement involved. She wouldn't share any of the information with another soul. It would be between the pair of them and would forever stay that way.
Io has a dwarf caribou companion and a snow leopard companion. Assume they aren't with her unless stated otherwise.
Sirius
High Councilor
Master Fighter (240)
Master Hunter (275)
Bloodletter
age
11 Years
11 Years
gender
Male
Male
gems
38
38
player
Seadragoness
Seadragoness
![Legendary](/images/awards/general/Legendary.png)
![Wealthy](/images/awards/general/Wealthy.png)
![Samhain 2022](/images/awards/events/Samhain.png)
![Statue 1 Worship](/images/awards/events/Statue1.png)
![The Ooze Participant](/images/awards/events/TheOoze.gif)
![The Ooze - Variation 1](/images/awards/events/Mushroom.gif)
![Wordy](/images/awards/general/Wordy.png)
![Silver Medal 2020](/images/awards/events/MedalSilver20.png)
![Critical Hit!](/images/awards/fighting/CriticalHit.png)
![Critical Fail!](/images/awards/fighting/CriticalFail.png)
![Trick 2019](/images/awards/events/Trick.png)
![Promptober 2019](/images/awards/events/Promptober.png)
12-19-2019, 04:20 PM
His tongue lolled from his lips, and he surveyed the younger wolf innocently as he ignored her death glare. His good mood vanished pretty quickly after that, and he sighed at Io’s questions. He placed his head on her smaller paw, and looked out into the distance for a moment. He always tried to bury the dreams after they had happened, he relieved them enough in his sleep to dwell upon them awake.
Still, he trusted the healer and he could understand that she believed this would help. He let his eyes trail to the trees beyond, and let himself remember. To his regret. “It took awhile for the Empire to crumble, but once it did, those last few days… they were fast. With the mobs coming in, crying out for food, and the royalty fleeing it's palace. Deathbelle got separated from her siblings, but not from me. We were in the woods, running, when they found us. They cut off out exit, forced us to halt. She stood at my back, and me at hers, and we were greatly outnumbered.
The dream always starts with the fight. The black wolf that tries to get around me to the Princess. Nothing but hate, anger, lust, too. I stepped into the way of his strike, another takes me from behind well i'm distracted. There’s blood in the air, mostly mine. They taunt us, talk about how they will take her to bed and wet their appetites in more ways than one. They are lean, mean, and hungry. I lose myself, and I never remember the rest of it the same way twice, just carnage. I kill most of them, and I always see this fight. Sometimes i'm killing them, sometimes I'm killing those I love. Sometimes I win, sometimes they make me watch. Occasionally, but very rarely, the dream is the aftermath. When Deathbelle thinks im dead, I believe she hears more coming, she doesn't even get the time to check my breath, before she’s forced to leave. Maybe thats a dream and not a memory, but when I wake up, she’s gone, and half my guts are on the ground beside me…” he trailed off, eyes focusing as through waking from a dream, and he winces at the image of carnage he paints.
Still, he trusted the healer and he could understand that she believed this would help. He let his eyes trail to the trees beyond, and let himself remember. To his regret. “It took awhile for the Empire to crumble, but once it did, those last few days… they were fast. With the mobs coming in, crying out for food, and the royalty fleeing it's palace. Deathbelle got separated from her siblings, but not from me. We were in the woods, running, when they found us. They cut off out exit, forced us to halt. She stood at my back, and me at hers, and we were greatly outnumbered.
The dream always starts with the fight. The black wolf that tries to get around me to the Princess. Nothing but hate, anger, lust, too. I stepped into the way of his strike, another takes me from behind well i'm distracted. There’s blood in the air, mostly mine. They taunt us, talk about how they will take her to bed and wet their appetites in more ways than one. They are lean, mean, and hungry. I lose myself, and I never remember the rest of it the same way twice, just carnage. I kill most of them, and I always see this fight. Sometimes i'm killing them, sometimes I'm killing those I love. Sometimes I win, sometimes they make me watch. Occasionally, but very rarely, the dream is the aftermath. When Deathbelle thinks im dead, I believe she hears more coming, she doesn't even get the time to check my breath, before she’s forced to leave. Maybe thats a dream and not a memory, but when I wake up, she’s gone, and half my guts are on the ground beside me…” he trailed off, eyes focusing as through waking from a dream, and he winces at the image of carnage he paints.
12-21-2019, 02:39 PM
Paying rapt attention to every single detail as the giant spoke, Iolaire's yes never left his form. She noted tone, intent, body language, mood. She noted which words he inflected and which he breezed past. It was all part of the puzzle that was his trauma. The tiny lass listened as he spoke of what had happened to him back in the days of the old empire. In a different place far from here. In actuality, she would have liked to take him back to that place, but it was too far for them to reach safely. She could build a floating platform, but who knew if they could find the place again?
Sirius continued, speaking of his fight and flight. Speaking of his fear for Deathbelle, blacking out, then waking up alone. He spoke of the direction that his mind went in when he slept. He feared his own control. Feared that he couldn't protect those that he loved. He feared himself and, though he wouldn't admit it aloud she imagined, he feared what others were capable of and that he was capable of the same. That was what she surmised out of his words so far.
"Close your eyes. Focus on the woods that you ran through. Tell me every detail of your surroundings." Picking up two small rocks that lay in the grass, Iolaire began tapping one atop the other. It was a softly audible tap and there was no real rhythm to it. Every now and again, she would shift her foreleg, tapping a third rock on her opposite side. This would prompt his eyes to move back and forth beneath his closed lids. It most likely wouldn't make sense if she explained it to him, but it was definitely a form of therapy. A form that she'd had success with in the past. "Keep your eyes closed," she reminded. "What do you see? What do you hear? What do you smell?" The small woman continued to tap the rocks, her gaze locked upon her siblings face.
Sirius continued, speaking of his fight and flight. Speaking of his fear for Deathbelle, blacking out, then waking up alone. He spoke of the direction that his mind went in when he slept. He feared his own control. Feared that he couldn't protect those that he loved. He feared himself and, though he wouldn't admit it aloud she imagined, he feared what others were capable of and that he was capable of the same. That was what she surmised out of his words so far.
"Close your eyes. Focus on the woods that you ran through. Tell me every detail of your surroundings." Picking up two small rocks that lay in the grass, Iolaire began tapping one atop the other. It was a softly audible tap and there was no real rhythm to it. Every now and again, she would shift her foreleg, tapping a third rock on her opposite side. This would prompt his eyes to move back and forth beneath his closed lids. It most likely wouldn't make sense if she explained it to him, but it was definitely a form of therapy. A form that she'd had success with in the past. "Keep your eyes closed," she reminded. "What do you see? What do you hear? What do you smell?" The small woman continued to tap the rocks, her gaze locked upon her siblings face.
Io has a dwarf caribou companion and a snow leopard companion. Assume they aren't with her unless stated otherwise.
Sirius
High Councilor
Master Fighter (240)
Master Hunter (275)
Bloodletter
age
11 Years
11 Years
gender
Male
Male
gems
38
38
player
Seadragoness
Seadragoness
![Legendary](/images/awards/general/Legendary.png)
![Wealthy](/images/awards/general/Wealthy.png)
![Samhain 2022](/images/awards/events/Samhain.png)
![Statue 1 Worship](/images/awards/events/Statue1.png)
![The Ooze Participant](/images/awards/events/TheOoze.gif)
![The Ooze - Variation 1](/images/awards/events/Mushroom.gif)
![Wordy](/images/awards/general/Wordy.png)
![Silver Medal 2020](/images/awards/events/MedalSilver20.png)
![Critical Hit!](/images/awards/fighting/CriticalHit.png)
![Critical Fail!](/images/awards/fighting/CriticalFail.png)
![Trick 2019](/images/awards/events/Trick.png)
![Promptober 2019](/images/awards/events/Promptober.png)
12-21-2019, 09:41 PM
He looked to Io, wondering what she would think of his bloody retelling. She didn’t comment, except to give him instructions. He narrowed his eyes at his sister, uncertain where she was going, but trusting her enough to lead. He did as he was told - without argument, for once. She had earned the right for him to leap without looking, if she said the word.
His eyes slipped closed, and he grimaced as he concentrated anew on the past. As he fought to bring it fresh to mind despite his hesitations. “Its hot, and dry. The grass is like thorns beneath my feet, raspy from the lack of rain. It smells like smoke in the wind, like the fires, and drought, and famine that made us flee.” he whispered, voice soft as he relived it. As he remembered the feel of his legs pounding on the hard ground. He winced, breath a little quicker. He knew what was coming, he didn’t want to see it again. He made himself, for Io’s sake, and for his own.
“I’m urging Deathbelle on, keeping her close. The wind and smoke hide them until they are right upon us, it’s how they surrounded us so easily. They smell like blood. If they feasted recently, it wasn’t upon prey. They threaten us, Deathbelle. I remember feeling rage. All I wanted was to bring her to safety, and they keep me from that. The bloodlust takes over. I’ve heard it ran rampant in my line, the anger and blindness that comes with rage.” He falls silent for a moment, trying to recall the fight. “It’s just the taste of blood, the rage I remember from the fight.”
His eyes slipped closed, and he grimaced as he concentrated anew on the past. As he fought to bring it fresh to mind despite his hesitations. “Its hot, and dry. The grass is like thorns beneath my feet, raspy from the lack of rain. It smells like smoke in the wind, like the fires, and drought, and famine that made us flee.” he whispered, voice soft as he relived it. As he remembered the feel of his legs pounding on the hard ground. He winced, breath a little quicker. He knew what was coming, he didn’t want to see it again. He made himself, for Io’s sake, and for his own.
“I’m urging Deathbelle on, keeping her close. The wind and smoke hide them until they are right upon us, it’s how they surrounded us so easily. They smell like blood. If they feasted recently, it wasn’t upon prey. They threaten us, Deathbelle. I remember feeling rage. All I wanted was to bring her to safety, and they keep me from that. The bloodlust takes over. I’ve heard it ran rampant in my line, the anger and blindness that comes with rage.” He falls silent for a moment, trying to recall the fight. “It’s just the taste of blood, the rage I remember from the fight.”
12-22-2019, 04:30 PM
The woman listened as was her duty. She continued to click the rocks, the sound steady, yet sporadic all at once. She watched his eyes, seeing them move beneath his lids. This was something that they would continue to do over the arduous process ahead. They would not only use this rapid eye therapy, but many other types integrated into the same sessions. One of them was bound to help more than others, but a culmination of the lot would do him well.
She listened. She watched. She said nothing unless he began to stall. Iolaire relived the moment with him, smelling the smells and seeing what he saw. She could not, however, feel what he felt. It was up to Sirius to relay those feelings to the healer. He spoke of famine. He spoke of a chase, of war, of death. In the end, he remembered the taste of blood and rage.
Lest he thought it was going to be this simple... the woman finally spoke. "Keep going." It was an order. He needed to relive everything if he was going to push it aside. The rocks continued to click. She needed him to dig deep. He needed to share his doubts, his panic, his terror. He needed the entire experience to be out in the open before he could even begin to close that chapter of his life.
She listened. She watched. She said nothing unless he began to stall. Iolaire relived the moment with him, smelling the smells and seeing what he saw. She could not, however, feel what he felt. It was up to Sirius to relay those feelings to the healer. He spoke of famine. He spoke of a chase, of war, of death. In the end, he remembered the taste of blood and rage.
Lest he thought it was going to be this simple... the woman finally spoke. "Keep going." It was an order. He needed to relive everything if he was going to push it aside. The rocks continued to click. She needed him to dig deep. He needed to share his doubts, his panic, his terror. He needed the entire experience to be out in the open before he could even begin to close that chapter of his life.
Io has a dwarf caribou companion and a snow leopard companion. Assume they aren't with her unless stated otherwise.
Sirius
High Councilor
Master Fighter (240)
Master Hunter (275)
Bloodletter
age
11 Years
11 Years
gender
Male
Male
gems
38
38
player
Seadragoness
Seadragoness
![Legendary](/images/awards/general/Legendary.png)
![Wealthy](/images/awards/general/Wealthy.png)
![Samhain 2022](/images/awards/events/Samhain.png)
![Statue 1 Worship](/images/awards/events/Statue1.png)
![The Ooze Participant](/images/awards/events/TheOoze.gif)
![The Ooze - Variation 1](/images/awards/events/Mushroom.gif)
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12-23-2019, 01:17 AM
(This post was last modified: 12-27-2019, 08:33 PM by Sirius.)