ardent

give me a boost over heaven's gate



Epitaph

Loner

age
6 Years
gender
Male
gems
0
size
Large
build
Emaciated
posts
60
player
12-26-2018, 11:05 PM

THEY’RE TRYIN’ TO KEEP HEAVENS GATES OPEN LATE FOR ME

Cool water was a balm upon his tattered skin, and the moisture it provided to his throat was bliss incarnate. He left his snout dipped in the stream, cool water flowing over his scarred flesh. Toxic green eyes slipped shut partway, luxuriating in the simple pleasure the water provided. He's always taken his water from the dripping stalagmites, and the pools beneath them, when he lived with master Hemlock. To risk stepping out into the open was to risk being assaulted, and he tried to avoid that as much as possible.

Thud, thud, thud went a set of heavy paws. Auds tipped back to catch the rustle of foliage as a wolf passed through them, and then flattened low against his skull when his fears were confirmed. He could all but feel the thump of massive paws through his bones, and he was certain someone was now approaching. Cautiously the male lifted his head, turned it to face the newcomer. It was the big male that had originally arrived to help him, looming ominously over his prone form on the borders. Epitaph was under the assumption that while he was being shared by his three masters, this one was prospecting to take full custody of him. He much preferred the nice female, she was softer spoken.

"You look well today. I take it you're feeling better?" the titan questioned, voice low and rumbling. There was no apparent malice, but the younger male knew better than to assume tone meant everything. Grim had always been warm in tone, until he knocked Epitaph senseless.

"Yes, sir." he rasped, tucking his chin down and dropping his gaze. He dared not move, in case it was poorly received. Instead, he drew his limbs in close to his body, making himself appear small and harmless. The lame leg did not bend well enough to be drawn in tight anymore, so it bent awkwardly in the sand with the knee drawn partway in. "Do you need something from me, sir?" he asked in return, voice barely above a whisper. He'd rarely spoken for long, since it was not his place to talk. Thus, his voice was neither loud nor especially deep.

"speech"