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Show Me Your Ways

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

LegendaryWealthySamhain 2022Statue 1 WorshipThe Ooze ParticipantThe Ooze - Variation 1
WordySilver Medal 2020Critical Hit!Critical Fail!Trick 2019Promptober 2019
08-07-2021, 11:12 PM



Art was quick to rise to his own feet, and follow after the Warlord. After a few moments, his voice reached out to Sirius, catching the larger wolf's attention. Turning to his amber eyed apprentice, surprise would flicker across his muzzle. The appreciation of this wolf meant more to him than Sirius could say.

He shuffled two massive front paws, slowing his gait for a moment before he spoke. “My home is your home, Artorias.” He said, meaning the words. Ever since learning that Art was his godson and shared his name, his love for the boy had grown into something more fatherly. He had spent a great deal of time with Art, and it could even be said that he had had a chance to bond with him better than he had most of his own children. It seemed that Art always had time for him, and the Warlord did his best to give his own time to the growing future leader.

“You crossed the threshold of childhood a long time ago. You're here to learn, and I will do what I can to prepare you for the future that awaits.” He said softly after a moment. He finished.

The rest of the patrol ran fairly smoothly, occasionally checking the boys knowledge of this scenario or another, checking his ideas on defences and threats and finding his answers to be well thought out and clever. He was a boy raised to rule, of that Sirius had no doubt.

They broke off the patrol to grab some lunch, and Sirius pulled some dried meat from storage, offering some to the other wolf. “How about we get in a spar after this has had a chance to settle?” He suggested.

"Speech"