ardent

Wicked right hook

Halo



Sirius

"Warlord"

The Hallows
High Councilor

Master Fighter (240)

Master Hunter (275)

An icon representing the specialty Bloodletter Bloodletter

age
11 Years
gender
Male
gems
51
size
Dire wolf
build
Balanced
posts
3,227

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04-18-2022, 11:48 PM


Sirius waited patiently as Halo quickly organised some of her clutter. Amused, but polite enough not to tease her about the last time he had knocked his head into the herbs she had drying from her ceiling.

He politely settled himself down on the floor, and took the fish she offered. He wasn’t accustomed to it being fresh and flavoured with herbs. He was accustomed to fresh and plain, or dried and flavoured with the preserves he used to help it keep. It was delicious.

He finished his mouthful and looked at her as she clearly struggled to speak her mind. He was surprised that it bothered her so. “The wolves, yearling or otherwise, in that raid were trained to fight. They were there because they desired the experience of the raid, and to learn the lessons of it. Would you deny them that experience because they were yearlings? I watched your fight, and you were gentle with them. As I was gentle with the young Sorcerer who came charging out of the Nook to challenge me.” it was clear from his voice that he was proud of that Habari pup, and his tenacity and bravery.


"Speech"