ardent

the teenage boy you used to be

gil



Dread

Loner

Master Fighter (240)

Master Intellectual (295)

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age
2 Years
gender
Male
gems
255
size
Dire wolf
build
Balanced
posts
175
player
wicked

Double MasterStudentRapid Poster - Bronze1K
07-19-2023, 01:39 PM

So maybe there was a bit of a problem with Dread's plan. A bit of a problem, or maybe something he hadn't quite accounted for... shit. In his conversation with his companion, he'd let his guard down. Been distracted, not paying quite enough attention to... fuck. No, the one to greet Dread on the beach wasn't going to be Deluge. Gilgamesh, king of the raiders, walking down the beach towards Dread. It was too late for the boy to turn and make a break for it, couldn't look like a bitch in front of Deluge's father. Couldn't look like a bitch in front of an alpha, especially one that was on rocky footing with the Armada. The boy swallowed hard, straightening his posture. Making steady eye contact with Gilgamesh, trying not to look nervous. Trying... but in moments like this the yearling feels small.

He hadn't done anything necessarily wrong yet (today.) Dread was toeing the line, somewhat literally. Gilgamesh stayed relaxed, and he was trying his damndest to relax too. Posture neutral, though he was tense. Respectful, trying not to cross a line. It didn't seem that the raider king was aggressive, at least... not yet. "I wanted to see your daughter, sir." Dread's tone was metered, even. He speaks clearly. This was a boy that had been raised well, and he was going to do everything he could to show that.

Trying to conceal his nerves, Dread looked instead to Gilgamesh's face. Trying to gage exactly how he would react... hell, Dread had no idea. Still, maybe the nerves were a good thing. If he was nervous, that meant he cared... right?