ardent

Tiny ball of angry

Malalia



Sirius

"Warlord"

The Hallows
High Councilor

Master Fighter (240)

Master Hunter (275)

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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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05-03-2020, 07:11 PM

He leaned back, giving her space as she assured him she had it. She gave it a go for a moment, but it was clear the unfamiliar movements were a bit awkward for her. He leaned forward, hooking a cat claw over them and tugging them into the proper position, checking them over for size and tightening them were necessary. They were a clever piece of work that would be adjustable if she grew any more. No wonder they had cost him a pretty penny.

He watched with a critical eye as she wondered about with her new accessory, getting a feel for them. She spoke about a spar, and he laughed softly. “How about in a couple days? Give yourself a chance to adjust to them. See if you can get the Wolverine to follow some orders, give him a name. Then, we’ll give everything a proper spin, alright?” he suggested. The Wolverine would hardly be a danger at that point, but it would be good practice for the both of them.

“For now, I recommend practising on tree trunks. Get a feel for how they sink in, what motion frees them, so you don't get them trapped in flesh at a crucial moment.” would be his suggestion. She could see how they play out in real time in their spar.

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