Finding Your Balance
Seer
Sirius
High Councilor
Master Fighter (240)
Master Hunter (275)
Bloodletter
age
11 Years
11 Years
gender
Male
Male
gems
51
51
player
Seadragoness
Seadragoness
05-07-2021, 06:46 PM
Sirius was not an authority on the subject of calm and meditation. It was something he had been taught in passing, and he had learned to make of it what he could. Calm for the Warlord could be hard to find, but peaceful moments like this. A voice of a mentor, the lull of breaking waves, and the wind across the rooftop of his home. Moments like these might help Art to find his center in times that mattered. He watched Art as he continued the breathing exercise. He was determined, rose to the challenge, and did not back down easily. He would be a force to be reckoned with one of these days. A good wolf, someone that others could follow. He could be a great ally, or a favoured enemy of the Armada pack and it’s Warlord. Who knew where life would take them? Who knew who Sirius would be, once the chips were fallen, and he came through his time of reflection and loss. For now, for now Sirius would train and teach and do his part to mold Art. knowing he would never have any regrets in who this blue-knight would become. He got achingly to his paws, stretching out his limbs. As he walked forward, he smoothed out his gait, hiding the pain of his wounds. The impaled paw was the hardest to hide, but the Warlord took stubbornness to a whole new level. He grabbed a stray stick and walked another loop about Art. Testing his patience, his insurance, his curiosity. Despite himself, he was amused, when Art refrained from peeking. Poor boy. Holding the stick in his maw, he whacked Art across an exposed paw pad. “Breath in, nice and slow.” He rumbled. Waiting with posed patience to see if Art would breath, or attack. |
