Mistaken Identity
Sirius
High Councilor
Master Fighter (240)
Master Hunter (275)
Bloodletter
age
11 Years
11 Years
gender
Male
Male
gems
51
51
player
Seadragoness
Seadragoness
09-29-2019, 12:38 PM
Sirius was at the edge of the red rocks when marshal came to him. He had seen a pup in the Eastern terratories, and he thought it was a Dutch child but he could not find the woman. Sirius got to his paws, and made quick changes to his organisation. He set Zee and Bast to watching Godbrand and the others, and took off after Marshal. The bird took him across the fastest course, and the mans titan paws chewed up the distance. From What he understood, the pup was in the dangerous zone within reach of the volcano. He did not hesitate, nor flag, and new time was of the essence.
He knew when he hit the zones closer to the volcano, smoke was in the air and it became more difficult to see. Marshall rose high above the winds and free of the smoke, and the Titan was forced to follow his cries and not his form. He was forced to slow down his pace, for fear of tripping or jutting obstacles that came upon him suddenly.
At last, he arrived at the bay, the scent of smoke heavy in the air and obscuring all scents. His vision was clearer here, the fresh sea air chased away much of the smoke.
He found the pup near the waters edge, looking bedraggled and partly drowned, he scooped it up in his maw and pulled him away from the currents of the water that lapped against his back legs, and deposited him a few places clear of the ocean. He stopped then, taking a step back and looking at the pup he had rescued. This wasnt a Dutch puppy... he tried to get a scent of him, but the scent of ash obscured all.
He knew when he hit the zones closer to the volcano, smoke was in the air and it became more difficult to see. Marshall rose high above the winds and free of the smoke, and the Titan was forced to follow his cries and not his form. He was forced to slow down his pace, for fear of tripping or jutting obstacles that came upon him suddenly.
At last, he arrived at the bay, the scent of smoke heavy in the air and obscuring all scents. His vision was clearer here, the fresh sea air chased away much of the smoke.
He found the pup near the waters edge, looking bedraggled and partly drowned, he scooped it up in his maw and pulled him away from the currents of the water that lapped against his back legs, and deposited him a few places clear of the ocean. He stopped then, taking a step back and looking at the pup he had rescued. This wasnt a Dutch puppy... he tried to get a scent of him, but the scent of ash obscured all.