in the land of giants
open for someone taller than halo
Mortis
Master Fighter (245)
Master Hunter (240)
Marauder
age
6 Years
6 Years
gender
Male
Male
gems
103
103
player
Seadragoness
Seadragoness
12-16-2021, 11:19 PM
The winged wolf was making a gift for his boyfriend. He was settled by the communal fire, his wings tucked against his side, and his tail curled about his hind paws. His forepaws moved swiftly over the strip of coat. Snipping and tidying as he turned the plush fur into a scarf. He would need to dye it yet, but for that he would need to track down a healer to see what plants could be used for the colour.
He was so intent on his work, safe in the heart of the Armada, that he did not hear the approach of another. He jumped a little in surprise at the polite voice, his wings fanning out on either side of him in a jerk reaction. He turned, craning his neck towards the little wolf, and placed his paw over the scarf. A little embarrassed, and hiding his work. “No, not at all. Are you… Halo?” he asked, having heard from his father of the newest wolf to join the Armada. “How can I help you?”
"Mortis Fatalis"
He was so intent on his work, safe in the heart of the Armada, that he did not hear the approach of another. He jumped a little in surprise at the polite voice, his wings fanning out on either side of him in a jerk reaction. He turned, craning his neck towards the little wolf, and placed his paw over the scarf. A little embarrassed, and hiding his work. “No, not at all. Are you… Halo?” he asked, having heard from his father of the newest wolf to join the Armada. “How can I help you?”
