Two peas
Sin
Basilisk
Warlord
Master Fighter (245)
Master Hunter (240)
Marauder
Bloodletter
4 Years
Male
1095
Seadragoness
Grabbing another coat for Yara and some food for their dinner. He made their way to the out of the way little cave they had taken over. Keeping away from the other wolves left their options limited.
There wasn't a whole lot of room once you added a wolf of Bas’ size. But they made do. He tossed the spare coat to her and put his own on the ground. He collapsed into it, exhausted from the day. He handed out some food to her. “Who did Oleander send?” He asked mostly to fill conversation
As his Consort, Ignita can enter any of his threads without warning
Yara
Intermediate Fighter (45)
Intermediate Intellectual (30)
3 Years
Female
0
Sinchanted
Basilisk
Warlord
Master Fighter (245)
Master Hunter (240)
Marauder
Bloodletter
4 Years
Male
1095
Seadragoness
“You have nothing to fear from me tonight.” He told her, attempting to soothe some of her feathers with his words. He couldn't always guarantee her safety, he would discipline where necessary, but she could rely on that much at least.
Vesper. That didn't surprise him, she was his assistant slave. Bas was just glad the healer had the samples now. He glanced at her at her words, looking for hidden meaning. Trust didn't come easily to the Warlord, and interest in his own life sent up an odd little warning in his chest. Over-reactive possessive beast of a Warlord that he was. “My wolves are in danger, My fiance is on the other side of a wall of my own making.” Yeah, his voice was a little grumpy. “As well as can be expected. You?”
As his Consort, Ignita can enter any of his threads without warning
Yara
Intermediate Fighter (45)
Intermediate Intellectual (30)
3 Years
Female
0
Sinchanted
Basilisk
Warlord
Master Fighter (245)
Master Hunter (240)
Marauder
Bloodletter
4 Years
Male
1095
Seadragoness
He took a bite of his own dinner, and listened to Yara. Her voice wasn't as familiar as some, but it was oddly grounding. Concentrating on her words helped to chase away some of his worry for Ignita.
He understood her desire to have her family far from here. He wished he could do the same, but the Armada was his family. They were all of them in the thick of it. “Give me a threat I can sink me teeth into over this anyway.” He growled, finishing his meal.
“Sleep, Yara, I fear our days will only get longer.” He said, closing his own eyes in an attempt to follow his own advice.
-time skip-
He awoke some time in the night, darkness and Ignitas scent around him. he remembered the taste of the strangest dream, of blights and distance between them. He pulled Ignitas little form closer to him, wapping his paws around her. His body awakening at the scent of her, at her warmth. His arousal Pushed him to nuzzle his head into her neck, to open his maw and bite-- but the scent was wrong. Now that he was away from the cloak, it wasn't Ignitas scent in his nose. He awoke more fully with a confused snarl. “Who…?” No, that dream couldn't be reality.
As his Consort, Ignita can enter any of his threads without warning
Yara
Intermediate Fighter (45)
Intermediate Intellectual (30)
3 Years
Female
0
Sinchanted
Basilisk
Warlord
Master Fighter (245)
Master Hunter (240)
Marauder
Bloodletter
4 Years
Male
1095
Seadragoness
He growled his question into the darkness, and only silence greeted him. He could feel his anger rising. His Ignita, ripped from his arms from dream to reality. He could feel his need and desire, and the fading scent of her as if she was vanishing before his eyes. Why had silence greeted him?
But he knew why. He was the Warlord, and the wolf he snarled at was Yara, his slave. She likely didn’t answer because she was afraid. He had almost forced himself on her in his confusion, and now he was snarling into the dark. He forced himself to pull back slowly, breathing quick and ragged. “A dream… It was a dream..” He said, an explanation, and a lacklustre apology.
As his Consort, Ignita can enter any of his threads without warning
Yara
Intermediate Fighter (45)
Intermediate Intellectual (30)
3 Years
Female
0
Sinchanted
Basilisk
Warlord
Master Fighter (245)
Master Hunter (240)
Marauder
Bloodletter
4 Years
Male
1095
Seadragoness
It was still some time in the night. He wasn’t sure how long the night had left, but he suspected a while. But he understood the motivation behind her words, the need to escape. He hesitated, the commendearing part of his soul reared up. Still muggy and groggy from sleep, frustrated and annoyed he felt the desire to force her to stay. To take control of the situation however he pleased.
He forced himself to let out a slow breath, to drag himself back in. He had to let her go, if he forced her to stay, they would likely both regret the results. “Go.” He commanded, and waited until she had fled the den. He settled back on the floor, picking up his bedding and holding it up to his muzzle. Breathing in the scent of the coat. Ignita.
As his Consort, Ignita can enter any of his threads without warning
Yara
Intermediate Fighter (45)
Intermediate Intellectual (30)
3 Years
Female
0
Sinchanted
Basilisk
Warlord
Master Fighter (245)
Master Hunter (240)
Marauder
Bloodletter
4 Years
Male
1095
Seadragoness
The scent of fresh blood was unexpected, and when Yara returned, it was with what he could only assume was a freshly killed rabbit in her maw. He had excited the cave, grabbing some fresh air himself, and it was here that she found him. He looked at the rabbit in her paws, and growled at her. Foolish Songbird.
“My Lead Healer declared the woods unsafe for hunting, it's for this reason that we are getting supplies from the Col.” He growled, stalking forward and smacking the rabbit from her maw. Perhaps he could have been gentler about it, but the Warlord was working with a lot of pent up aggression. Dealing with a threat he couldn’t face, distance from his beloved. “Use your head, Yara!” He snarled at her.
As his Consort, Ignita can enter any of his threads without warning
Yara
Intermediate Fighter (45)
Intermediate Intellectual (30)
3 Years
Female
0
Sinchanted
Basilisk
Warlord
Master Fighter (245)
Master Hunter (240)
Marauder
Bloodletter
4 Years
Male
1095
Seadragoness
Running was the worst thing she could do in that moment. Running marked her as prey. He felt the instinct rear its head as the midnight wolf took off. She was fast, he knew that already. But it didn’t matter. He tore after her, heading through the woods he knew so well as he sought to bring back what belonged to him.
The night was dark, with barely a hint of the moon or stars through clouds that gathered in the sky above them. The woods was a gloomy place these days, and it was like the world itself sought to stand that point out. He didn’t know if Yara intended to escape, or if she was going to stomp through the blighted woods until trouble fell on her head.
Regardless, he would catch her.
As his Consort, Ignita can enter any of his threads without warning
Yara
Intermediate Fighter (45)
Intermediate Intellectual (30)
3 Years
Female
0
Sinchanted
Basilisk
Warlord
Master Fighter (245)
Master Hunter (240)
Marauder
Bloodletter
4 Years
Male
1095
Seadragoness
The Warlord’s blood was high from the chase. A vent for his frustration in the form of a nimble, silver wolf that tore through his damaged home. He could scent wrongness in the woods around them, which only added to the fuel of his frustration. His paws tore across the earth, surprisingly silent for the fur beneath his pads and the sheathed cat-like claws that formed his paws.
He caught up to her when she set herself, clearly prepared to take him on. He could live with that. He launched himself at her, aiming to smash his larger shoulder into her chest. In the same instance, his teeth went for her throat. Aiming to clamp down and narrow her airways as well as subdue and control her. It was all about control, in the end…
As his Consort, Ignita can enter any of his threads without warning
Yara
Intermediate Fighter (45)
Intermediate Intellectual (30)
3 Years
Female
0
Sinchanted
Basilisk
Warlord
Master Fighter (245)
Master Hunter (240)
Marauder
Bloodletter
4 Years
Male
1095
Seadragoness
Basilisk found himself grinning, enjoying the thrill of the fight. His paws moved as fluid as water on the dark, damp forest floor. He didn’t need much light to work with, his eyes were like a dragons, and he could see unnaturally well in the dark. He watched her move, and saw the bunching of her haunches.
When she dove under him to aim for his flank, he gave up his balance. Collapsing to grab her in a bear hug and wrap his paws around her. He clenched his body tightly around her, so the smaller and more fragile wolf had no hope to escape. He gave a deep, husky laugh. He was clearly enjoying himself. He gripped her neck lightly in his jaws. “Mine, my wolf.” he growled at her.
As his Consort, Ignita can enter any of his threads without warning
Yara
Intermediate Fighter (45)
Intermediate Intellectual (30)
3 Years
Female
0
Sinchanted
Basilisk
Warlord
Master Fighter (245)
Master Hunter (240)
Marauder
Bloodletter
4 Years
Male
1095
Seadragoness
He felt the moment she stopped struggling and thrashing against him. That was a good thing, especially considering the way he had woken up not that long ago. He gently lowered them both to the ground until he was in a sitting position, her still locked in his arms. This wolf clearly had a habit of running.
He grinned her throat in his fangs another few moments before he released his jaws. His arms were still wrapped around her. “You're a runner, little rabbit” he said softly. He had clearly named her well. “Promise to be a good girl if I let you go?” He could claim that his intentions had been to stop her spreading the blight outside of the Armada, or risking her own infection. But the truth was, he had simply enjoyed the chase.
As his Consort, Ignita can enter any of his threads without warning
Yara
Intermediate Fighter (45)
Intermediate Intellectual (30)
3 Years
Female
0
Sinchanted
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