Wee Hours

Sirius · 11-06-2019, 01:06 AM

He stilled as she spoke of keeping an eye on him, even saying she wouldn’t be near, he didn’t lose the weariness in his gaze. She tapped him with a paw, and he withdrew his own titan limb, still regarding her with old, solemn eyes.

Marshal appeared then, and Bast wasn’t too far behind. He ignored his companions in favour of staring down the Vipress. He could already feel the effects of the sleeping drought gripping him, but he would fight the effects right up until he succumbed to them.

Io before him took a seat, staring him down with an equal level of pigheadedness. He growled softly at her, bearing a fang, lifting himself up until he towered clean over her. His dark blue eyes were cloudy, like a sea at storm. His snarling grew. “I have almost killed the one I loved, why do you think you would be safe?” he asked her, staring her down, before snorting and shaking his head. Who was he kidding, Io was yet to be afraid of him, she wouldn’t start now. “Bast, Marshal, don’t let her near me” he ordered, his voice still held a snarl. He didn’t need to tell her his anger was for her safety, she was clever enough to see it. Without another world, the Tyrant turned, and stalked away from her.

He arrived to his den, reaching just outside the door before the effects he had been fighting kicked in, he collapsed just outside the sleeping spot, and heavy snoring began to emanate from his form.

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Sirius