Dust in the Wind
Sirius
High Councilor
Master Fighter (240)
Master Hunter (275)
Bloodletter
age
11 Years
11 Years
gender
Male
Male
gems
51
51
player
Seadragoness
Seadragoness
12-01-2020, 08:19 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-01-2020, 08:19 PM by Sirius.)
The Warlord wasn’t far behind Hanako and Asla in spotting the intruder. With his youngest children just starting to really get into exploring, his protective instincts (which were always a bit dramatic) were in overdrive. Oftentimes the reminder of his children set the man into an unusually sunny deposition, but intruders did not sit well with the possessive beast, and flirtation from others with wolves that were his own was barely ever tolerated. He approached just in time to hear the last of the man’s speech. With his pretty words on the Armada, and his sickeningly coy greeting to his daughter and Wraith.
The Warlord’s frown grew heavier as he continued forward, stepping over the border and into the personal space of the almost-intruder. “You overstep yourself.” If not physically, then certainly in speech. The overprotective wolf’s voice was heavy with sarcasm and warning. He itched with the desire to fight. He hadn’t had a good match in too long - not that this short cocky youngster would provide one. “I am Sirius Fatalis, Warlord of the Ashen Armada. Who are you?” he rolled in enough of his naturally prickly nature to cut and change his greeting into something almost malleable, despite his instant dislike of the man. Perhaps he wasn't a total lost cause when it came to diplomacy. Only mostly so.