I beg of you
06-22-2013, 12:11 AM
Now this was one task that Dragneel did not wish to be plagued with, but there was no escaping it. The small twenty four inch tall male was a runt who wanted to do nothing more than please the one he became attached to. Yet, this time it was a pup, and there were others protecting her. He wanted to protect her to, he wanted to do whatever she wanted him to. He had learned that her mothers name was Luce. Dragneel had already also met her son Aeron, he had dared not touch either until now where he would ask Luce's permission at any cost or to do so. He never knew the meaning of the word friend ever in his life, he was emotionless as to when it came to things as joy, or happiness. Unless you counted the feeling he got when being told what to do. Dragneel's paws silently padded close to where the den was, but he stopped. Looking around his ears perked, the side of his face in which his white patch shone through like the color of the snow. "Mistress Luce......a-are you here?" The young runts voice cleared out in a bit of a loud whisper. He was scared to plainly put, or at least worried about everything. His mother probably could have cared less about him, but packs were different. His last master had told him that a female wolf mothering pups could be stronger than a bear protecting it's territory. Never to underestimate it, thinking about this made the scar across his muzzle burn. He refrained from whining and lowered his head below his shoulders where it usually sat. If she didn't come out and answer what would he do? If she killed him, what would he do? He didn't want to die, but he didn't wish to displease her either. Well, at least he had worked up the courage to do this right? Speech, |