The monsters running wild inside of me
Halo
Sirius
High Councilor
Master Fighter (240)
Master Hunter (275)
Bloodletter
age
11 Years
11 Years
gender
Male
Male
gems
51
51
player
Seadragoness
Seadragoness
03-07-2022, 12:03 AM
He offered her a wry smile. “It’s fine, I'm the temporary guest here - for them it's home” he teased her lightly. A little more careful as he moved around the shelving units, studying them. His night terrors were a short, shock, sort of thing. The shelving wouldn’t slow him down for long if he was really gunning for a life, but they seemed likely to give him enough time to shake from his stupor and realise what he was doing.
He started to pry the bottom shelving at her behest. Moving slow and carefully, not wishing to cause any damage to her property. The man had spent enough time working on crafting that he had the knack for removing the backing in one piece. He lifted his head to eye her as she spoke again. Talking about staying awake and keeping notes. “I’m trusting you to me wise about this, Halo” he said, his tone almost scolding. Not that she was saying anything wrong, he just wanted to drive the point home. He was trusting her to get out of this alive.
Glow? He mouthed in no direction in particular. How peculiar. He wondered how she achieved it, and if it was a method he should encomperate elsewhere. The pack stores, for example. As for the snacks, he glanced that way in amusement. She must have gotten accustomed to the young Fatalis’s running amok.
At the sudden sound of a crash, the Warlord half rose to his paws, just about knocking over his tea as he made as if to lunge in front of Halo - but the white woman was already sticking her head out the door, and he realised it was a companion. He settled himself slowly back down in front of the next storage unit as though nothing had occurred. Marshal let out a soft ‘all clear’ caw as through knowing his master's heart. He had had the bird for as long as he could recall, after all.
“What you’ve got is plenty” he promised her, accustomed to sleeping on far less on numerous occasions. With a grunt, he pulled out the next panel, and stacked it carefully to the side. He moved around to the other side of the unit, examining the sturdiness of it without the back panel, and jerked his head, smacking it on a shelf as she mentioned with great regret about the alcohol. Shit. He knew that was bound to bite him on the tail at some point. “Ah… Yes. the alcohol. I had intended to let you know. It was required for a pack matter, and I was going to replace it with a trade deal soon.” Not the best as far as explanations went, but he didn’t intend to explain any further.
"Sirius Fatalis"
He started to pry the bottom shelving at her behest. Moving slow and carefully, not wishing to cause any damage to her property. The man had spent enough time working on crafting that he had the knack for removing the backing in one piece. He lifted his head to eye her as she spoke again. Talking about staying awake and keeping notes. “I’m trusting you to me wise about this, Halo” he said, his tone almost scolding. Not that she was saying anything wrong, he just wanted to drive the point home. He was trusting her to get out of this alive.
Glow? He mouthed in no direction in particular. How peculiar. He wondered how she achieved it, and if it was a method he should encomperate elsewhere. The pack stores, for example. As for the snacks, he glanced that way in amusement. She must have gotten accustomed to the young Fatalis’s running amok.
At the sudden sound of a crash, the Warlord half rose to his paws, just about knocking over his tea as he made as if to lunge in front of Halo - but the white woman was already sticking her head out the door, and he realised it was a companion. He settled himself slowly back down in front of the next storage unit as though nothing had occurred. Marshal let out a soft ‘all clear’ caw as through knowing his master's heart. He had had the bird for as long as he could recall, after all.
“What you’ve got is plenty” he promised her, accustomed to sleeping on far less on numerous occasions. With a grunt, he pulled out the next panel, and stacked it carefully to the side. He moved around to the other side of the unit, examining the sturdiness of it without the back panel, and jerked his head, smacking it on a shelf as she mentioned with great regret about the alcohol. Shit. He knew that was bound to bite him on the tail at some point. “Ah… Yes. the alcohol. I had intended to let you know. It was required for a pack matter, and I was going to replace it with a trade deal soon.” Not the best as far as explanations went, but he didn’t intend to explain any further.
