She Wants To Dance Like Uma Thurman
01-16-2018, 01:14 AM
(This post was last modified: 01-16-2018, 03:16 AM by Dragon.)
The season had turned, and the world was waking up after its winter slumber (at least for Boreas). The sunlight filtered through the crumbling windows and holes in the walls where parts of it had crumbled bit by bit. Dragon's world, however, would remain dark. He woke up when the warm rays of the sun stretched across his room and onto his muzzle, a small fly buzzing around his ear. He twitched, subconsciously trying to flick it away before finally giving in and raised his head, an enormous yawn parting his jaws. He was reluctant to get up and start his duties for the day, but with how quiet the pack had been the past few seasons, he needed to get up and get started. He had understood that those who had raided the past spring needed time to recover, but hadn't it been long enough? They needed to get back to work. They were too lax, him included. And it wasn't okay. What if something happened and they were unprepared? A siege? A raid? An invasion even? What if enemy forces decided to slip into their lands and catch them all unaware?
No. That simply wouldn't do. The earthen male got up, not particularly willing to leave the warm furs he had collected, but alas...duty called. "Iskra?" He sought her out, though he wasn't entirely sure if she was in the room or if she had gone out for a morning walk. Her scent was strong, but that was a sure thing regardless. She had been sharing his room with him, the pair often cuddling up at night. Kimahri and Shiva had been out all night, and his other senses had yet to sharpen. He needed to start training, maybe find someone willing to work with him. Though his pride would be shot if he asked for help, he knew he might need it at some point.
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Dragon never goes anywhere without his Dragon armor, assume he is always wearing it unless otherwise mentioned! He also has a pair of seeing eye jaguars, assume they're always present unless otherwise mentioned.