Wee Hours
Sirius
High Councilor
Master Fighter (240)
Master Hunter (275)
Bloodletter
age
11 Years
11 Years
gender
Male
Male
gems
51
51
player
Seadragoness
Seadragoness
11-01-2019, 01:32 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-01-2019, 01:33 PM by Sirius.)
He flinched visible at the offer of sleep aids, as through the offer horrified him in some way. “That would make it so much worse, it’s already hard enough-” he paused, looking at his Little Vipress. Very few wolves knew about his weakness, in fact at this moment only two. Still, as much as it was his habit to hide anything that could be used against him, the Titan knew instincively that he could trust Io. There was something about her, something different. He didn’t feel ice in his veins at the mere idea of her knowing. “I’m plagued by night terrors. Sleeping aids would only make it harder for me to claw my way free, and the harder I must fight, the worse the fallout when I finally break free.” he admitted with a frustrated growl, pushing himself harder against the earth as he wiggled for a moment and tried to get comfortable. It seemed it was more the words then the earth that bothered him. “Your not the only one in the Empire who prefers the night, you can have it, if it pleases you, and I will know when to find you. As for herbs, I believe I know an expert herbalist one of Deathbelles men was going to enlist” - until the man himself vanished. Sirius believe Hannibal to be dead, taken by the volcano. “I will find her, and get her to teach you” He said. He liked the way her lips formed the word ‘our’ to hear her profess a possessiveness for the pack was pleasing. |
