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, 08:23 PM
The boy's eyes snapped open, his breathing count lost. He could see the anger in there, the fires they were trying to mold into something useful instead of something explosive and out of control. He fought the urge to smile as he saw the anger in his amber eyes. Oh Art. he thought fondly. His use of the word ‘Sir’ was definitely derogatory. His eyes slipped close, and he struggled to find his center again, his breathing. “Ahh.” Sirius said, his sad tones exaggerated and mournful. “If only you had a method to control your anger, so you could focus.” He smacked the ground in front of Art, coming to a stop in front of him. “ This Is precisely why you are here. This is what it's about. Finding a way to deal with it when your calm is under attack. Was your anger useful? No. It was blinding. You didn’t care who or what was in your way, you just wanted to relieve it. Will you lose your temper in the middle of a battle and be a danger to those around you? To Briar ?” his words were carefully tempered, pointed. He knew the fault of Art's anger was the Warlords own, but Art had discovered its existence now. He could not add the gentleness and affection that he felt into the words. There was a point to this, and softness would only mar it. He held his pose in front of Art, letting the boy find his patience once more. He was quiet when he began his circling again, the stick in his maw once more. He stopped directly behind the boy, lingering there for a moment, and then moving on. One circle, then another. “Do you think Briar wants to see you angry?” he asked mockingly, smacking the boy on his tender toes as he said it. “Poor Art, just an angry child. A boy who can do nothing for his pack.” he snarled, rapping the stick along his ribs. |
