ardent

Following the storm



Sirius

"Warlord"

The Hallows
High Councilor

Master Fighter (240)

Master Hunter (275)

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age
11 Years
gender
Male
gems
51
size
Dire wolf
build
Balanced
posts
3,227

LegendaryWealthySamhain 2022Statue 1 WorshipThe Ooze ParticipantThe Ooze - Variation 1
WordySilver Medal 2020Critical Hit!Critical Fail!Trick 2019Promptober 2019
04-23-2021, 09:30 PM


He felt her bury her face in his coat, and her voice was muffled in her fur when she spoke. He didn’t move, just supported their weight there on the stone floor as she processed what she needed to. He swallowed past a painful lump in his throat as she asked of him a favour. Not one that he could refuse, but acknowledging it was painful. It was like Tamsyn thought this was goodbye.

He almost wasn’t ready when she pulled back enough to look at him. His eyes felt red and swollen, and he blinked quickly, pushing back the worst of it. He would be what Tamsyn needed him to be. He saw the pain in her own eyes. One on unleashed skin, the other behind weepy sores.

He kissed her nose, hating this feeling of helplessness so much. He wanted to hit something. He might have, anyway, if he hadn’t known down to his bones that it would add to Tamsyns fear and hurts. He clenched his paw, claws scraping against stone. “Of course I will Tamsyn. Of course. But she already knows. Well - “ He broke off, not wanting to make her any promises. He didn’t know how to fix Resin, he didn’t even know what state he would find her in. He gently broke away from his friend. ‘I’ll be back” he said, sticking with the promises he could make.

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