Foul Temper
Io
Sirius
High Councilor
Master Fighter (240)
Master Hunter (275)
Bloodletter
age
11 Years
11 Years
gender
Male
Male
gems
51
51
player
Seadragoness
Seadragoness
11-07-2019, 02:52 PM
The grumpy bastard stared at Io, seated as he was, he was still taller than the little wolf. He did not like her tone, her presumptive air. It was like, no matter what he said, she believed herself to be right and him wrong. He regretted letting her see his despair-riddled tantrum. Perhaps this wrong foot was much the cause of this, but he looked to the wolf he considered sister with disappointment. “You are still very new to us, and yet you wish to speak with the voice of the entire Armada, of course I approach the idea with hesitation. I am in a weakened state, especially vulnerable at this moment. If you tread just one foot wrong, you could bring down what I have carefully cultivated.” he said dryly. His face was still ashen, but there was a flintiness to it, and a mask. He had let her see her emotions, his rage, his despair, his unhappiness, and she had judged him for it. Now she would see the mask of an Alpha, and the stern words of her commander. |
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