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Azure
Master Fighter (935)
Master Hunter (555)
Saboteur
Bloodletter
age
6 Years
6 Years
gender
Male
Male
gems
1991
1991
player
RelevantKoala
RelevantKoala
07-12-2020, 08:28 PM
Her elated response caused Azure's brow to raise, though he said nothing more on it. More and more this interaction was throwing him for a loop and leaving him unable to anticipate what would happen next. It was an odd feeling, though the young heir could not say he did not enjoy it. She was easy to command and hurried along with him. Already Az was wondering how he could best utilize her without risking his father's wrath. "First you must learn the basics of what our pack is." He began. "Our wolves are comprised mostly of warriors, some of them exceptionally skilled and some of them in training. We function as a sort of school for those who'd learn the art, but also as an army." It was an easy speech to give, one he'd heard a hundred times before from his parents when they brought in new wolves. "I will bring you to my father, he is the Warlord and along with my mother is the highest authority in the Armada. Above us sits the Empire and upon it's throne the Empress Deathbelle. It is likely you'll never meet her, but if you do she is to be given as much respect as you can possibly muster." He paused, struggling with the next words he had to say. His father would likely skin him if he'd heard this girl refer to him as 'your highness', it was made clear to Az early that the way the Armada was structured was not a kingdom. Az had been reprimanded for merely suggesting they build a throne, surely Sirius would have worse for him if he started acting like he was inheriting the Empire rather then the Armada. "My father does not consider himself a king, and should you address him as such we may have issue. You are not a servant. Be careful with your words, for they reflect on me. I've rescued you, not purchased you. I'm offering you safety and comfort and should my father believe otherwise..." The boy's words trailed off and he suppressed a sigh. "It doesn't matter, just think before you speak. When the two of us are alone you may speak to me however you wish, but in the presence of anyone else you can refer to me as Az or Azure." It frustrated him that he couldn't allow her outward respect around the members of his pack, but anyone would see something fishy was up if she started bowing to him and treating him like a king. None of the Armada wolves acted that way, and if Sirius believed he'd kidnapped himself a slave he'd lose his title as heir for good. His walk slowed as they approached the threshold, shooting a glance over his shoulder towards her and warning her quietly. "Step up, you're walking like a slave behind her master." Before he could bring her into the territory, he had to ensure she understood. "I won't be able to protect you unless you follow these rules, I can't guarantee your sanctuary here if my father does not approve of you. Please try your best to behave like any other wolf. If you have questions, you may ask me and I can help you."
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"Thinking" "You." |
![](https://i.imgur.com/j1NFCeT.png" "by pimsiri @ DA")
Both of Azure's ears have notches and tears.
Az has a scar across his right eye, a mirror image of his natural born marking.
Azure has saber fangs, bone spurs on his elbows and knees, and the paws/forelimbs of a bear.
Not all of these features are always reflected in his art.
Not all of these features are always reflected in his art.
Azure's companions are a very big bat and a young clouded leopard, unless otherwise stated assume they're not with him.