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Aresenn



Aresenn

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age
3 Years
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Male
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build
Balanced
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432
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Samhain 2022
06-11-2023, 07:52 PM (This post was last modified: 06-11-2023, 07:53 PM by Aresenn. Edited 1 time in total.)



What he hadn’t expected was the response he was granted by the sound of his voice. It was clear she hadn’t been expecting anyone else to happen upon her judging by the way she startled. The girl nearly flattened herself against the ground in reflex- a reaction that was very peculiar coming from something that resembled a wolf. It enticed a more animalistic response in the back of his mind. If she wanted to act like prey, he had half a mind to treat her as such. As he approached- maintaining that casual air about himself- there was nothing that could be done for the hackles rising along his shoulders and spine, or the tail that arched over his back as a banner in the wind.

Even her words were weak as she stammered through an explanation as to what she had been doing. As if he had ordered it from her. “I see.” He answered lowly, though in reality, he couldn’t have cared less what she had been doing. It was what she was going to do now that had his attention peaked. As she grappled for something resembling small talk, an inquiry to the beauty of the weeping forest. And while he would answer her question, his attention would remain fixed in place on her magenta gaze. “Yes … It most certainly is.” He rumbled, implying a different meaning than perhaps the one she had been reaching for.

Aresenn hadn’t encountered anyone on the way in. And based on her initial response, he had a hunch that she was on her own. As to why … well, that’s what he wanted to know. “What are you doing out here all alone? Don't you have someone to protect you?” While his words were framed as a question, his tone was far more assertive. It wasn’t an ask per se. It was a demand.

“Aresenn Praetor”