ardent

You made this? I made this.

Tyrian



Pestilence

Loner

age
3 Years
gender
Female
gems
159
size
Dire wolf
build
Medium
posts
319
player

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Tyrian was just as shocked as Pestilence expected him to be, and she cast her own glances towards the infant and back to her alpha. Pasketti lifted his hand and threw a gesture at her, beckoning her to speak while he tended to the little one. "This is gonna sound crazy." She began, still struggling to come to turn with the facts herself. "This pup is from Ashen. I have.. an ally there, I guess. A monkey, actually. He helped raise me." Her mouth snapped shut and her brows crunched together, fully expecting the rebuttal of 'well that makes sense, of course you were raised by monkeys!' Pesto sure had been making a name for herself through all the wrong reasons, as far as she was concerned. "Anyways this pup was born and I guess the religious nutcase I call a sister decided she wasn't good enough for the Abraxas name. Sent the pup to it's death. I ran into Obi - the monkey - during the deed, I guess. And.. well.. now we're here." With a heavy sigh she gave a glance down to the pup and frowned. "She's my own flesh and blood, I couldn't leave her to die, Tyrian. Please."

"Speech"
"Thinking"
"You."