We'll fight until you forget who you belong to
Writer
Sirius
High Councilor
Master Fighter (240)
Master Hunter (275)
Bloodletter
age
11 Years
11 Years
gender
Male
Male
gems
51
51
player
Seadragoness
Seadragoness
04-09-2020, 04:07 PM
As he directed, Bast ran ahead, and found the Empress before she could find them. The cat would rub against the pregnant woman with a loving purr, and an exasperated expression. As they walked, the cat was quick to explain that Sirius had found himself a mentally scarred man he wanted to look after and then gone about it in all the wrong ways. Her paws danced across the earth and her whiskers twitched as she kept herself at an angle so Deathbelle could read the words of her movement. She would add in, with a touch of exasperation, that Sirius didn’t want questions asked. She fell silent as they arrived, and would pad back into the shadows, ready to help the Empress fetch and carry as needed. Meanwhile, Sirius would look to Dove, and sigh. ”I brought in a healer, I would say you can trust her, but I have a feeling my promise carries little weight to you.” he said, and then turned to Deathbelle as she and Bast arrived. “Some healing, please, Death, for my friend, Dove” he said, indicating the slightly smaller wolf with the banged up shoulder. He sat then, wondering if Death would keep in her questions, and knew that he would owe her one after this. |
