nefarious dreams
sirius
Sirius
High Councilor
Master Fighter (240)
Master Hunter (275)
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age
11 Years
11 Years
gender
Male
Male
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51
51
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Seadragoness
Seadragoness
11-05-2019, 04:49 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-05-2019, 04:50 PM by Sirius.)
His voice would garner an answer, and the sickly babe would raise her head, and he would finally be able to distinguish her from the ashy, thorny mess she had gotten herself into. He made a soft ‘harrumph’ as he surveyed the mess, the vines, and her bad state. Right then. Had it been a stranger, he may well have turned and walked away, but she was a wolf of the Ashen Empire, and Sirius respected her dad, even if he did believe him to be dead. “Marshal, see those vines there and there? You should be able to snip them and lift them free” he rocked back on his legs as he waited for the Vulture to dive forward, folding in his wings as he got close to the thorns, snipping with his beak, unfurling them again and shoving off on air. He earned a nick on his right wing, but ignored it, as he came back in, and repeated the stunt on the other side. Once that was done, he lifted off with the long thorn in his talons and released it away from the group. It gave Sirius a little more room as he began to lean into the pit. Bast gripped him by his rump in her teeth, leaning herself backwards to offer a counterweight - even if she was much smaller than the Titan. Leaning into the pit as far as he dared, he used a fang to snip another thorn on one side, and then another, Marshal landed in the pit in the space cleared out by his earlier work, and began to snip at veins as well, tossing them aside with her beak as they worked. “This is going to hurt” he warned. Together, the Titan and the Vulture cleared a space big enough for Sirius to reach forward, and grab the girl by her scruff. She was a big 38” but she was light, and malnourished. He was able to pluck her free of the mess, and lift her to safety. He deposited her on the ground beside his feet, bleeding a little himself from thorns, and the gash on his rump left by Bast’s support. Still, could have been worse. “Marshal, fetch Io” he said, as he began the tedious work of cleaning the woman. By the time the healer got here, he wanted her cuts to be clean and visible. |
