ardent

Tragic



Bronze

Armada
Warrior

Master Fighter (270)

Intermediate Hunter (30)

An icon representing the specialty Bulwark Bulwark

age
5 Years
gender
Male
gems
955
size
Extra large
build
Heavy
posts
171
player
Nyx

OverachieverSamhain 2022The Ooze ParticipantDream WeaverSnake Eyes
10-10-2021, 06:24 AM

Independence was something he'd been taught early on and he was content to stretch the limits of his freedom now that he was able. He could fend for himself no matter where he went - that was the main thing his parents had taught him. Knowing how to protect himself was more important than anything else in life. No other aspect of survival was as important. Though he knew his mother had lived a troubled life he'd never pried too much, not for lack of caring but simply because he was busy with other things - like beginning to explore the world at his own pace. He'd always make his way back to Incendium and to his family, at the end of the day, but in the meantime there was so much to see.

And this stranger certainly fit the bill for interesting sights. He reminded him of the red kids back home, but this guy's coat was even brighter somehow. He knew his own could be quite striking when compared to the plain coats of other wolves but at least he could blend in sometimes. This stranger had no such luck. Bronze frowned a bit when he took a wrong step and alerted the stranger to his presence, instinctively stiffening. "Hello," he answered plainly after a moment. Every sense was on high alert, making sure no one else was nearby. Call it paranoia but when he ran into other wolves he was worried about getting ambushed somehow. His parents had never made it a secret that the world was a cruel place, and strangers could never really be trusted - and sometimes even when you got to know people they turned on you. Maybe they were harsh lessons to teach a kid, but they'd stuck with him, echoing through his head now.

"Uh… yeah," came his answer, as monotone as could be. Though he was certainly a child he was not quite so young he couldn't be on his own, and he spoke like a yearling might, despite clearly not being one. "You're injured?" He took another sniff at the air, testing his scent and trying to uncover what had happened to him, though it was impossible given the space between them. Warily Bronze took a small step closer, maintaining a safe distance still.