someone i could save

"What's dangerous about it?" He asked. Dragon heaved a sigh, reluctant to further admit that his favorite place was not somewhere he could really live anymore. Not because Poser also called it home, but because of the looming threat that lived nearby. "There are two packs nearby that are run by a large family called the Abraxas. They seek to conquer the lands and the other packs. My pack was one such target, and with them living so close, I don't think it's safe here." He hated saying that. That the castle and his beloved starlit plains weren't safe. But he wouldn't lie, even to a stranger. Should this man ever decide to take up residence here again either with a pack or by himself, he deserved to know of the threat that lurked nearby.

Poser answered his question about the herb, ears cocking forward and scarred visage lifting to bring sightless green gaze upon him. Of course, it wasn't really immediately apparent that he was blind, no. Not until one noticed his unfocused gaze. He was lucky enough in that raid to keep his eyeballs intact, and that his sight had been taken by infection sometime after, but still. The scars were somewhat of an indication, and even though sometimes it seemed he was looking at someone, he wasn't truly seeing them. The cannabis that Poser spoke of, however, made him curious. He had been stressed and unable to really relax ever since he took up the alpha position. Even now that he wasn't in charge of a pack, that weighted feeling never really left him. "Does it really...help?" He wondered. How could a plant do so much?


"Dragon"||"Kimahri"||"Shiva"