ardent

freezin' my toes off

winter 14 seasonal hunting prompt



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
48
size
Dire wolf
build
Balanced
posts
3,218

LegendaryWealthySamhain 2022Statue 1 WorshipThe Ooze ParticipantThe Ooze - Variation 1
WordySilver Medal 2020Critical Hit!Critical Fail!Trick 2019Promptober 2019
06-26-2020, 08:34 PM

He had spent very little time with the Ashen healer now that he was Warlord of the Armada. He remembered the days they had spent, side by side, watching over Deathbelle with a similar passion for their job. It had been that which had first brought his respect for the woman, and the next had been her tenacity. If she started a job, she finished it.

He knew she had become a mother, but had seen her only in fleeting passes, and offered but a brief congratulations. The suggestion of a hunt together had been a good one, and would give him a chance to enquire after Deathbelle’s health. To hear the parts she wouldn’t freely tell him.

The Trek to the North would be a long one, but now that they were both parents, and loyal members of the Empire, he figured they would find something in common to talk about.

She was also right that he would never let her get lost in a snow drift, his loyalty to her still existed, despite all the changes in their lives. He found her and offered her a faint bow, a measure of respect to the clever healer. “Luce, it's been some time. How are the kids?”

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