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Res
Azure
Master Fighter (935)
Master Hunter (555)
Saboteur
Bloodletter
age
6 Years
6 Years
gender
Male
Male
gems
1991
1991
player
RelevantKoala
RelevantKoala
04-05-2022, 08:00 PM
Azure waited impatiently at the edge of the camp while his purchase was groomed, bathed, and prepared for travel. It did not surprise him that the slaver had taken the bait so readily, and by the time the merchant and slave resurfaced all Azure could do was nod. He spared a glance to the new 'accessory' upon the woman's neck, already knowing he'd need to get rid of it before presenting the bitch to his father. She would not need a symbol to remind herself and others of her station, not once she was under Az's care. The walk was uneventful, a fact that both frustrated and soothed the sabered man. The longer he remained in the slaver's presence the more he yearned to hurt something - though he would not lay a paw upon the servant until rules were understood and her purchase price was 'paid.' By the time he reached nearer to the Armada borders his blood lust had reached its peak. The slaver had noticed their arrival as well and had stepped up alongside him to speak, snapping the last of Azure's resolve. His head turned sharply, his elongated fangs piercing deep into the wolf's tender throat. Arterial blood sprayed as he withdrew, a mask of red splattering Azure's scarred face. The slaver dropped quickly, his paws reaching feebly towards his neck to staunch the flow of blood. With the threat negated Azure acknowledged the servant for the first time since she'd been released from her corral. He sat - his back to the dying wolf - and regarded her. It occurred to him that the woman had likely been discouraged from speaking freely, a ruleset that would need to be adjusted for her life within the Armada. "You may speak freely to me and to my wolves for as long as you can maintain some semblance of intelligence." He began. "I expect you to use this freedom to serve me and mine better - if you cannot anticipate our needs it is your responsibility to ask for clarification. You may ask whatever questions you feel are appropriate to ask. So long as you are respectful, I am capable of patience." The gurgled sounds of suffering from behind him had begun to quiet, leaving only the slave and her new master on the border. The striped woman was still wearing that damn collar, and Azure paused in his lecture to slip a curved caw between the leather and her skin, tugging on it. "You are capable of remembering your rank without this silly thing, yes?" He gave her only a moment to confirm before tearing the symbol from her neck, chucking it into the river that made up one of their borders. "What do they call you?" Taking his seat once more upon the grass, he opened the floor for the servant to speak. "Speech" |
![](https://i.imgur.com/j1NFCeT.png" "by pimsiri @ DA")
Both of Azure's ears have notches and tears.
Az has a scar across his right eye, a mirror image of his natural born marking.
Azure has saber fangs, bone spurs on his elbows and knees, and the paws/forelimbs of a bear.
Not all of these features are always reflected in his art.
Not all of these features are always reflected in his art.
Azure's companions are a very big bat and a young clouded leopard, unless otherwise stated assume they're not with him.