ardent

The Dead Won't Die

Isa Large Predator



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

LegendaryWealthySamhain 2022Statue 1 WorshipThe Ooze ParticipantThe Ooze - Variation 1
WordySilver Medal 2020Critical Hit!Critical Fail!Trick 2019Promptober 2019
03-16-2023, 07:09 PM (This post was last modified: 03-16-2023, 07:22 PM by Sirius. Edited 1 time in total.)

He had moved with all the speed he could manage, the moment Marshal had sounded the alarm. Tearing from First Light, and down the cliff with enough speed to gather bumps and bruises. More than once he lost his footing, sliding down crumbling points in the path. All of which only slowed him down, before he hit the floor of the Cole and took off into the woods.

With Marshal ahead of him, he was guided straight as flight towards his daughter. He arrived and found her on her side. Blood and gore around them, as well as the bear as it wheezed its last breath and lay still.

Sirius ignored everything except his daughter, and he didn’t stop until he was at her side. Skidding in the dirt beside her as he fell to his knees at her side. “Andy, Andy!” He said as his paws hovered over her for a moment. Then he was touching her shoulder, gentle as a feather, assessing her wounds. “I’m getting you to Halo” He said, before Bear began to awkwardly scoop the larger wolf up in her paws. Just enough to get her on the Warlords back and hold her there. “Bas, get Isa” He told his grandson as the towering Heir came into the scene a few steps behind him.


"Speech"