ardent

My favourite star

Asla



Sirius

"Warlord"

The Hallows
High Councilor

Master Fighter (240)

Master Hunter (275)

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age
11 Years
gender
Male
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51
size
Dire wolf
build
Balanced
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07-05-2020, 10:57 PM
He knew Asla was trying, and it was the best he would get. At least she understood how much hurting Mal would hurt others she cared about, even if she couldn’t find it in her to like the girl. The Warlord yawned, his sleepless night catching up with him as he gently nudged Asla off his lap.

“Then Az is a fool. Come on then, let’s sharpen up your skills so your punch is as deadly as your tongue” he teased her gently. It was time he took Asla under his wing as a fighter. He hadn’t been certain if she was serious the last time she had mentioned wishing to learn to fight, or just hurting. If she was still sticking to the idea, then he would take it as a course she wanted for her future and treat it accordingly.

The first steps were to see how she did with the basics, find out what she needed to learn and what worked best for her, and getting her to practice. After that, it would be practising on increasingly more dangerous predators while he spotted her. Formulating a plan, he would lead the two of them to the training rings.