Bite Bite Fight!
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
02-16-2020, 03:28 PM
The light-sleeping father felt the form of his youngest and littlest pup climb him. His smile was hidden behind one massive paw that stretched out in front of him as he rested. His tiny little Asla was the most precious thing in the world, and he would have burned nations for her, if he was but given a reason. He was proud if all his children of course proud of the growing bodies of his boys who each showed attributes of strength. But Asla... there was something captivating about her.
She was slow and careful as she moved over him and to freedom, doing each in little steps. Sirius never changed his breathing nor moved. He followed her with one eye and one ear, and kept them subtle. It wasnt long before she found her freedom, and perhaps it shouldn't have been pride that was buzzing inside the giant, but that was the emotion he felt.
He waited until she was just beyond the den before he moved, pulling himself slowly and carefully from the pile, and made his way towards the door. From the shadows he watched her as she looked up at the stars. She glowed, bathed in the faint blues of the stars, and her wide, dark eyes looked at the world as through it was beautiful and new. Of course, to her it was exactly that.
He watched her from the den entrance as she made her way across the bridge he had painstakingly made for the little pups, and then booked it into the grass. He lost sight of her then, a d as he quietly bounded forward, he lost time searching for her freshest scent in the grass. It didnt help that the scent of all the pups where getting stronger outside the den.
He heard the squawks of alarm from the bird and took off in that direction, intending to grab Asla before she injured the birds Zee apparently loved. When he arrived, it was to see the raccoon, and Asla as she launched herself at him. Instead of leaping after her, he hunkered down in the grass and watched as the very tiny pup gave the trash panda a taste of her mind.
After defending the bird, his tiny little daughter would return and inspect its injuries. She might have been very young, but an understanding seemed to come over here, as she delivered a killing blow, gently putting it from its misery. Intrigued by this development in the child, Sirius would watch for a few moments longer, emerging from the shadows as she made it back over the fence, dead bird in tow. "Asla" he said softly, calling her attention to where he waited.
She was slow and careful as she moved over him and to freedom, doing each in little steps. Sirius never changed his breathing nor moved. He followed her with one eye and one ear, and kept them subtle. It wasnt long before she found her freedom, and perhaps it shouldn't have been pride that was buzzing inside the giant, but that was the emotion he felt.
He waited until she was just beyond the den before he moved, pulling himself slowly and carefully from the pile, and made his way towards the door. From the shadows he watched her as she looked up at the stars. She glowed, bathed in the faint blues of the stars, and her wide, dark eyes looked at the world as through it was beautiful and new. Of course, to her it was exactly that.
He watched her from the den entrance as she made her way across the bridge he had painstakingly made for the little pups, and then booked it into the grass. He lost sight of her then, a d as he quietly bounded forward, he lost time searching for her freshest scent in the grass. It didnt help that the scent of all the pups where getting stronger outside the den.
He heard the squawks of alarm from the bird and took off in that direction, intending to grab Asla before she injured the birds Zee apparently loved. When he arrived, it was to see the raccoon, and Asla as she launched herself at him. Instead of leaping after her, he hunkered down in the grass and watched as the very tiny pup gave the trash panda a taste of her mind.
After defending the bird, his tiny little daughter would return and inspect its injuries. She might have been very young, but an understanding seemed to come over here, as she delivered a killing blow, gently putting it from its misery. Intrigued by this development in the child, Sirius would watch for a few moments longer, emerging from the shadows as she made it back over the fence, dead bird in tow. "Asla" he said softly, calling her attention to where he waited.
