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Lingering Storm Clouds

Trouble kids!



Sirius

"Warlord"

The Hallows
High Councilor

Master Fighter (240)

Master Hunter (275)

An icon representing the specialty Bloodletter Bloodletter

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
04-24-2021, 01:27 PM



He wrapped a paw about his daughter's shoulder as she reached up to his chin. Her antlers sticking up behind her, so much like her mothers. “I know, sweetheart. You were thinking of your friend” he of all people could understand that. Thoughts of Resin had blinded him in his mad dash here, otherwise he might have realised his daughter was shadowing him.

He turned to Artorias, and barely managed to contain his grimace as the boy begged him to help his mother. “Resin is my mother too, Artorias. She is the wolf my kids call Grandmother, and I love her. I will do whatever I can for her.” He couldn’t turn back time, and he couldn’t heal the damage in her head. But he could stay with her, when everyone else had been warned off the dungeons. He could stay with her, so she would know she wasn’t alone.

He released Briar, and moved closer to Art, leaning down to look at the young boy at eye level “You aren’t alone, Art.” he said, wrapping a paw about the boy and drawing him close for a moment. It was only a short hug, and then he was releasing him. He turned his back on them, rubbing dirt from his eyes. “Try not to get into any trouble” he said, more to the wall then them, before moving off and leaving them behind. Maybe he would be able to find some training dummies to break apart in the courtyard...

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