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Sirius
High Councilor
Master Fighter (240)
Master Hunter (275)
Bloodletter
age
11 Years
11 Years
gender
Male
Male
gems
51
51
player
Seadragoness
Seadragoness
01-04-2020, 12:25 PM
She enthasised 'stranger'as she agreed to heal him. He was relaxed now, and Bast took a seat near him, cleaning blood from her white paws. She still purred softly from the compliment the stranger had given her. "And you can call me Sirius" he introduced himself, after receiving her own name in turn. "I'm sure it will be a great hardship, but I will persevere and remain pretty in your absence" he thought if the time Pesto had stained his white markings pink, and grimaced at the memory.
He didnt expect her to vanish on him, and he lost nothing if she did. She had already helped him chase off the coyotes, and the food from his hunt was behind him. And yet, he felt his eyes trailing her departure. He was a selfish, greedy beast, and he already wanted to own her.
He remained seat, not bothering to push the blood from his face as it continued to leak slowly from the open wound. The sound of Basts washing accompanied the silence, and he was not left waiting for long. His eyes brightened at the sight of her, and he knew in that moment he would not be letting her leave. She would accept his offer to join the Armada, willingly or not. He held himself still as the healer worked, he did move when she started her work however - to lean his face forward. His 45 inches of height didnt give the small wolf much of a vantage to reach his injury. Once he was at a height comfortable for her, she did her work. She seemed quite comfortable working on the wound, and wasn't the slightest bit put off about her up-close-and-personal look at his saber-fangs. They still gleaned with a hint of coyote blood. "Excellent. Thank you for your assistance. Feel free to help yourself to a meal. But well you do so, consider for me the prospect of joining my Armada. I need wolves who dont flinch in my ranks, and you fit the bill."
He didnt expect her to vanish on him, and he lost nothing if she did. She had already helped him chase off the coyotes, and the food from his hunt was behind him. And yet, he felt his eyes trailing her departure. He was a selfish, greedy beast, and he already wanted to own her.
He remained seat, not bothering to push the blood from his face as it continued to leak slowly from the open wound. The sound of Basts washing accompanied the silence, and he was not left waiting for long. His eyes brightened at the sight of her, and he knew in that moment he would not be letting her leave. She would accept his offer to join the Armada, willingly or not. He held himself still as the healer worked, he did move when she started her work however - to lean his face forward. His 45 inches of height didnt give the small wolf much of a vantage to reach his injury. Once he was at a height comfortable for her, she did her work. She seemed quite comfortable working on the wound, and wasn't the slightest bit put off about her up-close-and-personal look at his saber-fangs. They still gleaned with a hint of coyote blood. "Excellent. Thank you for your assistance. Feel free to help yourself to a meal. But well you do so, consider for me the prospect of joining my Armada. I need wolves who dont flinch in my ranks, and you fit the bill."
