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Finding Your Balance

Seer



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

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05-02-2021, 12:46 AM

It was slow going, getting out of bed and through the castle walls. At least his guide was well familiar with the territory, and let him without needing to look twice. He tried not to lean on her too heavily. She was banged up pretty good too, even if her paw pads weren’t as worn as his.

Eventually, they made it out of the castle, and towards the Western walls of the keep. Climbing up to where Art had chosen to wait for him. Tamsyn left him at that point, and he hobbled along on his own to the boy. With a sigh, he sank to the floor opposite Art. The Warlords back to the ocean.

“Alright, Art. For today, sit however you find most comfortable.

He waited a moment for the boy to comply.

“Now, close your eyes. Concentrate on my voice” he said, letting his deep rumble soften out. Letting it harmonise with the sounds of the waves crashing in the distance behind them. The whoosh of the wind through the keep.
“Breath slowly in. As you hold it, think about how your body moves with inhalation. Think of the way your diaphragm rises with the breath. Of how it fills your lungs. Hold it.”

“Exhale, nice and slow. Feel the release of that breath, as the waves crash behind me.”


"Speech"