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Walk awhile

Malalia



Sirius

"Warlord"

The Hallows
High Councilor

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age
11 Years
gender
Male
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Dire wolf
build
Balanced
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05-20-2020, 06:19 PM

Sirius Fatalis


He returned the gentle gesture of her nudge with a touch of his shoulder. “Busy,” he responded with a soft sigh. Being an Alpha meant there was always something to do. Preparations to be made for winter, routines to follow. “But good”

They walked along the darkening beach, close enough to the ocean that his shadow dipped across the water, stretching out, and rippling with the gentle motions of the tide. He was silent for a moment, simply enjoying the company, the cool breeze of the night, the fresh scents that came with ocean air. When he spoke, it sounded almost like open speculation, idle thoughts.

“Io and Banshee are not family to me by blood. Before Zee, I had no family. I lost my parents when I was too young to remember them, and took their place in slavery. Everything I have since then, I worked towards. Every member of my family, chosen. I love Io, and at the time she had no family left to her, I gave her a place in my pack, and my family, out of love. Banshee no longer trusts her father, and was cast adrift because of it. I adopted her to give her purpose, and because I see her as I do my own children.” he paused, his eyes cast out across the ocean, the expanse greater than his eyes could perceive. He could see only the coming darkness.

“I don’t tell you this to elicit sympathy, I love what I have, and cherish them, and the places they have in my heart. No, I tell you this so you might understand my desire to give home to those I love - not just in my pack, but my heart. So you know why when I tell you there is a name for you here, if you want it. More than just a title. I don’t know what family you have, what life you left behind when you came to the Armada, but I consider you family now. You're honourable, and sweet. You work hard for what you have, and take nothing for granted. It would be my honour if you took on the name “Fatalis’ and considered yourself my kin.”

He felt quiet again, this time a longer silence. A chance for her to consider what he said, and if she wanted what he had to give her. She was going to rise in his ranks, of that he had no doubt. When she became Reaper, it would be because she earned it, and no one could ever suggest otherwise. She would be a force to be reckoned with, and he was proud to know her. Even if she did not want his family name, he would still love her, and consider her his to protect.

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