but she didn't ever hold me
sirius
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, 02:31 PM
First Zee, and now Io. Sirius was definitely not a wolf to be around when he was in pain, and in a weakned state. It seemed none could stand the sharp side of his tongue. Not that it was words that had pushed Zee away. The miserable Titan hadn’t done far from his den the last few days, giving his leg time to heal. He gave it a few days, eating the scraps that Bast brought him, pieces of the hunting she was doing to full Deathbelles cache.
He was just struggling to his feet, wondering how much exercise he could put into his other muscles well his leg was limp and useless, when Deathbelle spoke. The grumpy Tyrant, face already ashen from moving around the broken limb, cursed softly. “Deathbelle “ he said sourly. “Why didn’t you tell me your supplies were low?” he limped forward, accompanied by much soft swearing and panting, as he poked his head around until he could see Deathbelle. “I’ve had Io in here crying brimstone and fire, because you told her we are on the brink of starvation” his voice turned grumpier.
He loved and respected Deathbelle, but by gods his mood had been something to see these last few days. At least he didn’t yell at her, or threatened to throw rocks. He would never hurt his Empress. “We need t-to” he had to pause as a tremer shook his body, he ignored it and forged on. “To organise hunting parties between our wolves, and i’ve sent Io to fetch my supplies in Sea’s plains. Your healer should build a garden here in the Oasis, the earth is more fertile.” he said, wondering even as he said it if Io had gone to get the cache, or was too furious to do anything he asked.
It was then that he caught the scent of her on Deathbelles coat, and he had to do a double take, mouth hanging slightly ajar in shock. Wait, what? “You.. you slept with my sister?” he whispered.
He was just struggling to his feet, wondering how much exercise he could put into his other muscles well his leg was limp and useless, when Deathbelle spoke. The grumpy Tyrant, face already ashen from moving around the broken limb, cursed softly. “Deathbelle “ he said sourly. “Why didn’t you tell me your supplies were low?” he limped forward, accompanied by much soft swearing and panting, as he poked his head around until he could see Deathbelle. “I’ve had Io in here crying brimstone and fire, because you told her we are on the brink of starvation” his voice turned grumpier.
He loved and respected Deathbelle, but by gods his mood had been something to see these last few days. At least he didn’t yell at her, or threatened to throw rocks. He would never hurt his Empress. “We need t-to” he had to pause as a tremer shook his body, he ignored it and forged on. “To organise hunting parties between our wolves, and i’ve sent Io to fetch my supplies in Sea’s plains. Your healer should build a garden here in the Oasis, the earth is more fertile.” he said, wondering even as he said it if Io had gone to get the cache, or was too furious to do anything he asked.
It was then that he caught the scent of her on Deathbelles coat, and he had to do a double take, mouth hanging slightly ajar in shock. Wait, what? “You.. you slept with my sister?” he whispered.
