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Dreams of Paradise



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
WordySilver Medal 2020Critical Hit!Critical Fail!Trick 2019Promptober 2019
06-18-2020, 12:47 AM

He felt the eyes of this abused, wasted-away creature upon his feet as he finished approaching. He was close to Borias, placing himself there in case he did need to intervene. It would seem however that it was not needed. The male wolf explaining his concern, and the lost soul redeeming him with her words.

Her words elicited a soft growl from the back of his throat. Behaved she said. Behaved! This was not how you treated a slave. A slave served you, and in turn you served them by keeping them safe. It was a mutual, beneficial arrangement. A slave was given all opportunities to rise, if they had fortitude to do so. They were not beaten down and ripped apart. That was a gross abuse of power.

He stepped closer to the injured creature, crouching so his mountainous height was not so absolute, glancing over at Borias as he did so. Was his own thoughts mirrored in this wolf? Did he agree that what had been done to her was terribly, terribly wrong?

He moved to place a paw under her chin, in an attempt to lift her gaze to his, to study her face, and her numerous scars and wounds. If she reacted badly, he would drop the gesture immediately. “What is your name?”

"Speech"