The monsters running wild inside of me

The Warlord’s movements were stiff as he made his way to Halo’s abode. The healer had told him in no uncertain terms that he was to sleep under her watchful eye for a time. So he had left Hazel and Zee back at home, and had caught sight of a little Basilisk-shaped head sneaking into the den as he moved away from it. No doubt a stealthy sleepover had been planned between the two youths. Alas, if they annoyed Zee he’d box them over the ears, but otherwise he left them be.

Making his way across the plains, and arriving at the little healers home. The smell of growing herbs and tea over a fire tickled his nose. “Halo?” he called out at the door. If she hadn’t prepared some adequate defences against him, he would leave again.

"Sirius Fatalis"