ardent

Tiny ball of angry

Malalia



Sirius

"Warlord"

The Hallows
High Councilor

Master Fighter (240)

Master Hunter (275)

An icon representing the specialty Bloodletter Bloodletter

age
11 Years
gender
Male
gems
51
size
Dire wolf
build
Balanced
posts
3,227

LegendaryWealthySamhain 2022Statue 1 WorshipThe Ooze ParticipantThe Ooze - Variation 1
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05-01-2020, 03:07 PM

He had done much the same with his own children, gifting them a companion and the instruction to train it. He had seen all of them make headways in this task. Or at least, their companions were still alive and seemed to follow their basic commands. He had no doubt Malalia, who was older than his offspring, would make even better headway.

He chuckled softly as she tried to get him to come to her, and then used the age-old trick of food to get what she wanted. “You’ll do perfect, you're already laying the groundwork.” he pointed out to her. The little Wolverine was happily eating at her feet, and the Warlord raised his eyes back to the wolf.

“Alright, as for the other matter…” he unhooked the pair of steel claws that had been clipped into his bracers for ease of carrying. The metal clicked together as he held them gently in his teeth and stepped forward, to place them before the warrior and beside the Wolverine. “Now you match, too.” he joked. “Did you need a hand getting them on?”

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