but what if everything was boring forever

Zephyrus bobbed his vulture-like neck up and down vigorously in agreement. "Yes, yes, guest." He emphasised. "If you are patrolling, that means it's actually your job to protect me I think, I'm not very good at that." While he was massive and outweighed most wolves of the world, Zephyr was mostly certain that he'd not be able to defend himself in any situation. It was a good thing he had a lot of capable family members. Glancing around the heavily wooded expanse of trees, he peered through the gnarled branches and up into the canopy to ensure they were alone. The raptor had promised not to tell his mother Artorias' secret, and as far as he knew she could be climbing just overhead with how weird the elevations of these trees were. Satisfied, he lowered his voice and whispered. "Dad's teaching me to sword-fight though, but I'm not very good yet."

She gave to him her name and Zephyr lifted his talon and bowed a greeting to her, his wing coming over infront of his chest. "My name is Zephyrus." He had been raised to be polite, after all. "I come from the Hallows, it's soooo far away it's not even on this continent. It was a very, very long walk and I rode most of the way in the cart. There was some wine in there too, but i kicked some of it out to make myself more room."



"Zephyr"