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Something Unsuspected

Rusalka



Cerberus

"Not A Caveman"

Obscura
Viceroy

Master Fighter (240)

Master Intellectual (240)

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age
5 Years
gender
Male
gems
1010
size
Dire wolf
build
Balanced
posts
277
player
Chrono

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10-21-2022, 06:28 PM

Cerberus had fit in pretty well to Elysium or at least that's how he felt. He wasn't really the best with strangers but Manea and her family were pretty far from that so that's what made it easy for him. He knew how to take care of duties inside the pack and he would help in any way he knew how. It was just a part of his nature and the way he was raised.

And with all of that said, it was easy for him to sleep at night. He never had much of a problem with that before. He had run the evening patrol up until the sun came down and then he headed back towards the caves that he had claimed for himself. A little different than the resort island he grew up on but he made it homey with pelts and his own belongings. Tidy as he was too. It wasn't the same in the slightest, but it worked well for him.

He did miss the rest of his family but he could make due with who he had here and just look forward to the next time he saw his father and everyone else. He did think of them every night and often but he filled his time with patrols and hunting and things alike. He wasn't really sad, he just missed them. Laid comfortably on the pillows and furs of his makeshift bed he fell into sleep easily for the next day to come.

"Cerberus"