ardent

to this moment



Sirius

"Warlord"

The Hallows
High Councilor

Master Fighter (240)

Master Hunter (275)

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age
11 Years
gender
Male
gems
51
size
Dire wolf
build
Balanced
posts
3,227

LegendaryWealthySamhain 2022Statue 1 WorshipThe Ooze ParticipantThe Ooze - Variation 1
WordySilver Medal 2020Critical Hit!Critical Fail!Trick 2019Promptober 2019
10-03-2019, 08:19 PM


She went for his throat with the determination of a wolf out for blood. He felt her fangs scrape him there, and felt the soft warmth of blood lift free, she had missed his jugular, her loss. He grinned at her, parting silver fangs, before he drove a hard kick to the underside of one knee and shoved her off balance before she could go for a better grip on his neck. He had a feeling her love-tap would stay with him for a while. A memento of his time meeting her, not that he needed one. She belonged to him now.

As she toppled off balance, he went for her scruff, gripping her tightly there as he pushed down on her crumpled form with the knee of his fore-paw, driving her into the dirt, pulling her head back to expose her throat to the world. He had one, and he would ensure there was no doubt of that. He released his grip on the back of her neck, kissed her exposed throat, and then released her, taking a step back. The dark man watched her for a moment in silence, reveling in his victory. “Now I speak again of a bargain, are you ready to listen?” He said, and she might realize it for her only silver lining. She and her sister both belonged to him, that he was willing to bargain at all was a miracle.

The chilling cry of his vulture struck the air, and the soft hiss of the leopard as she came closer to the girl, coming up behind her, quiet but for the soft whisper of air between her lips.

"Speech"