Sixteen Tons (SPAR)

*Seraphim* · 11-07-2015, 04:37 PM

SERAPHIM IMPERIALIS
Seraphim was making a concerted effort to stay closer to home now that he had so many younger siblings running around. He didn't want to miss out on their lives, and ever since meeting Chaos he had started to fear that they would grow up without ever really getting to know him. He loved the freedom Valentine allowed him, he loved the wolf he'd been able to grow into and he didn't want to lose that drive for the horizon, but he also knew that he would have time to see the world in the years to come... Right now he was needed at home.

It had disturbed him, coming home to find his father had brought the pack in a siege against Hellstrom. Valentine and Cascade had tried to teach him and his siblings how to fight but the thought had never really appealed to Seraphim. Now... Well, he was starting to see the value in it. Angel and Vana were both fine, but what if they hadn't been. Seraphim wasn't even around to help his packmates if they'd needed it, and even if he had been he probably would have just gotten in the way. He sighed, deep in his thoughts, and nearly stumbled as a howl rang out over the surrounding fields.

He looked up, ears pert and attentive while he listened. The calling seemed too good to be true and for a second his ear's pressed flat against his skull. Was this woman some sort of mind reader? He harrumped and took off towards the sound. If fate was giving him a shove, he wasn't about to shove back. His long legs carried him easily over the varied terrain until he found where she rested. He coat was pale, and he recognized her scent though couldn't remember seeing her more than once or twice before, and even so it was only in passing. He had heard her name swathed in impressed tones and a bit of fear from others, though. Birna Xanilov. She was quite the warrior.

"You wanna fight?" he asked, without proper introduction. Admittedly after months of living in nigh solitude his social skills weren't really on par with other "normal" wolves. He winced and backpedalled. "Er, well spar, rather? I don't mean to challenge you, but I heard your howl- I'm not very good, you see, but I was thinking-" He bit down sharply on the inside of his cheek to halt his embarrassing word vomit. Wow, he was a disaster... "Sorry," he said simply, a hot feeling spreading under his fur along with the anxiety that came with speaking to others he didn't know very well. "I'm Seraphim. I don't think we've met properly before?" He squared himself with her, ready to begin whenever she was, unsure if she would cater to his embarrassment or just dive right in.

"Talk" "You" Think

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