The old and the young

He smiled at his daughter as the green and crystalline wolf made her way to the beach, and to her place before him. It settled something inside of him to have her home, to know that she was okay. He knew it was a temporary thing, but even then, just knowing that she was okay…

“Of course, I wouldn’t deny you kids anything” He said, a hint of teasing in his tone. Before he let himself move into position. His body sliding into his defences, which were as familiar to him as breathing. He ignored the aches, both old and new. Pushing them aside as he reached a certain state of mind. Calm rolling over his features, and when he looked at Vanta, it was as her opponent. As the Warlord of the Armada “Make your move, Vanta” He ordered her


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