ardent

Never too young to learn

Tira & Arc



Satira

"Do not underestimate the power of the floppy ears!"

Obscura
Apothecary

Master Fighter (240)

Master Healer (240)

An icon representing the specialty Field Medic Field Medic

age
5 Years
gender
Female
gems
392
size
Extra small
build
Light
posts
190
player
Joe

Samhain 2022The Ooze ParticipantPride - Bisexual
06-21-2021, 06:24 PM
Once more, Satira found herself being woken up as soon as the sun had risen to do things, except instead of her obnoxious sibling, this time it was by Naiche. The golden-furred wolf who had become a constant fixture in their lives due to the virtue of being the sire for Arcturus. He announced they would be doing fighting training, the sleepy pup only half paying attention to what was going on and only just able to keep her eyes open. Was this what life was like as she got older? Waking up way too early to do things she really didn't want to do because someone else expected you to do it? If so, how did she opt out and go back to the way things were before?

With all the reluctance her tiny puppy heart could muster, Satira got up and did her best to smooth and brush out her downy puppy fur, looking a damn sight better than her bedraggled and fuzzy brother if she did say so herself. At least she wasn't quite so ridiculously poofy when she maintained her appearance. Trudging down to the beach, Satira was stunned by the sheer size of the ocean lapping at the shore just behind Naiche. It was a ludicrous amount of water and it stretched on for miles as far as she could see! "Whoa!" exclaimed Satira as she marveled at the beach. Crunch! Sand shifting under her paws startled her for a moment and she scurried back, casting a wary glance at the beach. Why had the ground suddenly become soft and crunchy? She pawed at the sand, experimenting with it, then continued to walk towards Naiche, listening and feeling the sand shift beneath her toes. A wide grin spread across her face. She liked the way it felt!

Sauntering over to where the golden wolf had drawn a circle in the sand, Satira nonchalantly crossed over into the ring and sat her rump down on the soft sand. She peered up at Naiche with tired blue eyes; it was way too early to be enthusiastic about this. But he seemed excited, so she supposed she could at least play along. Who knows, she might learn something useful, and she could always find a shady spot to nap in later.

"Satira Fatalis"