don't cramp my style, old man
Sirius
High Councilor
Master Fighter (240)
Master Hunter (275)
Bloodletter
age
11 Years
11 Years
gender
Male
Male
gems
51
51
player
Seadragoness
Seadragoness
05-07-2022, 01:13 AM
The Warlord, who had recently taken Basilisk to the Hallows, smiled. Levi truly thought that? That he had missed the times he had set a wolf to follow the boy. But Basilisk was clumsy, a magnet for trouble. So far, the shorter, runtier wolf who had proved his might did not seem to invite trouble so easily. This outing wasn’t about chaperoning the boy, but spending time to get to know him. But you couldn’t tell a moody teenager you loved them and expect a good outcome. So he laughed softly, and shook his head. “I have minions for that.” Was all he commented. The wind scarcely bothered the thick-coated Warlord. He moved into the cave after Levi, shaking the worst of the water from his coat the second he stopped feeling the rain on his fur. “Thank you for noticing, Levi. I thought no one would appreciate the salt and pepper on my muzzle.” He said blandly, the angst of the young no longer stirred him as it had. “What do you scent in the cave?” "Speech" |
