Tall tales
Virgil
thinking "speech" "others" Submitting to his less than practiced care, the Warlord settled onto his belly on the well trod terra outside the cellar. It was strange to have someone put that kind of trust in him, and for a moment the little soldier boy found himself gripped by the reality that no one had offered him this kind of good faith. His sire had been half mad for most of his youth, and he had returned to an empire that settled him into a soldier's rank with little interest or regard, only to return to nothing after Kaine's death. There hadn't been a chance for him to forge any kind of real bond- only one night stands and missed opportunities for happiness. He shook the thought from his head, endeavouring to steady his paw instead and gently press it to the wound on the Warlord's shoulder. “I would like to hear about your Empire one day, if you don’t mind telling it” the other man rumbled, to which a soft smile managed to find its way onto inky lips. "Of course, dear Warlord. It's a date." he spoke the last phrase teasingly, lifting his brows for dramatic effect as he moved his forepaw in short, gentle strokes to lift the caked blood and debris away from the wound. He noticed the slightest twinge of pain in the man's expression, but it vanished quickly. “The majority of the Armada are Warriors, my own first litter are well trained in the arts of War. We are a community boarding on Family. I ensure that everyone within my borders has training, and is offered my protection. Right now, we have a few younglings about, my second litter, and my Eldest daughter's first litter. another seasoned Warrior would go along way, especially if you consider yourself a teacher” he explained while the phoenix worked away the worst of the clotted blood from the edges of the wound. At the centre, the constant movement from walking from the battlefield had prevented it from scabbing over. He dipped the damp cloth back into the water, flexing his toes to wring some of the blood out. He gave the wound another gentle pass around the edges, before dropping the dirtied rag into the water and grabbing the rest of the bandages. "I will admit I've never been given the opportunity, but I wouldn't turn down the chance to aid in molding the next generation of Warlords if you would allow it. I'm afraid my sire was far from an understanding teacher, so I wouldn't be keen to use his methods on your progeny. A learning experience for everyone involved, I suppose." he mused, before grabbing the edge of the strip of bandages in his teeth and unfurling it carefully to avoid landing any of the linen on the ground. It took a bit longer than he would like for the length of bandage to be wound around the muscular upper arm of the Warlord, with the russet male being more interested in avoiding any sudden movements that could cause more pain. He was a delicate touch outside the battlefield, a lover on all counts and a tender hearted fool at his core. He'd already inflicted the damage, and he wasn't interested in adding to it. Once he was done, he carefully tucked the end into the wrapping, and dropped his forepaws to the ground. "It isn't pretty, but it will certainly do until you can see a proper medic. I hope my bandaging skills haven't turned you away from giving me a tour, dear Warlord." he crooned with a lopsided grin, fangs poking out from beneath dark lips. |
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