circling the drain
open, activity check/healing/int/whatever u know
05-26-2023, 08:20 AM
She could not speak, or read, or fight, or heal, or much anything at all other than survive. After waking up on that cold shoreline and meeting Mortis, her life had been more or less a whirlwind. While she could not verbalize her wants, needs, or anything about herself, Mortis had been kind enough to give her a choice. He was kind, generous, and the kind of friend she needed. It was a miracle that he had been the first wolf to find her on that beach. If it had been anyone else there was no telling what would have happened to her. Except, Mortis was busy. Even though he had returned from Valta, she had hardly seen him. She understood though. He was an important wolf to the Armada and she was merely a slave. His father, the Warlord, had been cold but welcoming and that was all she could expect from the man taking in wayward souls. The next wolf she had come across, Halo, had been very kind, just as kind and if not more than Mortis. She liked Halo and that was why she was seeking out the girl today. Even if she still had yet to utter a single syllable, Halo somehow managed to get by. It made her feel like more than a slave. Heading toward the garden that marked Halo’s den, the chocolate brown girl’s tail wagged happily at the sight of the ivory healer. A short but happy bark leaves her lips as she skips up to the garden beds. Standing there, ears alert and baby blues sparkling in the morning sun, she smiles at Halo. Tilting her head to the side, it is a question to what Halo is doing and if she needs help. Lifting a paw, she offers if Halo would like it. |