They fall in line, One at a time, Ready to play
No time to lose, We've got to move, Steady your hand
Marshall circled in large, lazy patterns above him as he waited for his Master to return to his investigations of the desert. The wolf mostly ignored him for the moment, his attention on the small, interesting canine before him, with her bright blue eyes that fixed on him with unabiding curiosity. He suspected he knew what had drawn her eye, he was yet to see another wolf in this land that shared the feature of his fangs. In truth, it hadn’t been common, even back in the Ashen Empire he had been born to.
Fire your guns, It's time to run, Blow me away.
After the fall, We'll shake it off, Show me the way
Her answer was fleeting, as through she paid no mind to the words that left her muzzle. He bared his fangs in a silent smile, tilting his white saber teeth towards her, not in a threat, but to give her a different vantage point on what clearly interested her. He almost chuckled at her words, when she confirmed exactly what it was she stared at. “I’m glad they entertain you so,” he said. It was strange to have them revered instead of frightening to a stranger. His dire height and clear fighting tool didn’t often elicit this reaction.
Only the strongest will survive
Lead me to heaven, when we die
“did you want a closer inspection?” he asked, curious to see how close he could get this small, star-dazzled wolf to come to him. He didn’t mean her any harm, not without his masters near by to order him to do so, nor any clear threat to the Empire he was devoted to. Still, he was.. Curious.
I am a shadow on the wall
I'll be the one to save us all
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