ardent

a new soul to the old hell



Regulus

Somnium
Ascended

age
12 Years
gender
Male
gems
159
size
Extra large
build
Heavy
posts
410
08-15-2016, 07:32 AM
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His patience with the lack of activity in his pack was wearing thin. Varda had not shown up to the Meeting, and as their only official hunter, he could not let that stand, especially when she hadn’t been actively attending to her duties and calling pack hunts. He needed to get out there, and search out prospective new members who would be willing to put forth their best effort.

So this was what had brought the towering crimson Archangel to the battlefield. Granted, he ought to have been coming here more often to spar, but with his mother being ill… Regulus shook his head, fathomless sapphire gaze lifting from the ground before his paws and scanning the distance ahead, ears perking to catch any sounds as his muzzle tipped up slightly to sample the air for scents.

He had heard the challenge, distantly, for Myriad. He wasn’t aware, yet, of which wolf had won, or who the challenger had been, although her voice had sounded familiar. He had meant to go, but Surreal had taken a sudden dive in condition, and that had taken all of his focus. That had been yesterday, and now Kavdaya was struggling to keep the aging Adravendi stable.

His thoughts returned to the task at paw as a figure caught his attention. And he slowed to an amiable walk as he drew near. She was a timber marked female, dominantly grey, though he thought he could spot some warmer tones in her coat. As he drew close enough for conversation, he offered a friendly smile, heavily furred tail waving above his hips in a casual declaration of his status in his pack, even if his scent fairly screamed that he was in charge of his pack.

For once, it wasn’t someone tiny, but he still towered over the stranger. She wasn’t in a stance as though she were looking for a spar, nor had he heard any calls for a fight from this direction, so he kept his posture relaxed as he greeted her with a rumble of, “Hello, miss. What brings you onto the battlefield?” His accent was a unique mixture of Swedish inflections, with English and Irish dominating the tones.


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