I got fire in my soul
08-02-2024, 03:35 AM
| Little soldier boy The day had started normal for the young boy. Only the slight drizzle outside kept him from going to the gardens, though as the day passed the rain grew heavier. He could of went outside but he didn't feel like getting soaked. Instead he padded along the halls. His nails kept themselves tucked neatly away giving him a silent but sure pace. He had no destination in mind but his nose had brought him around the place. The castle was vast, he knew he could get lost, though an adult to help him was never far. A fact he took for granted. The castle kept him safe and warm. His fiery eyes shone with curiosity as he came to a floor with a strange scent. It was heavy and kind of musky. His little mohawked head poked into the room, to find a large room with many objects. They definitely looked like something an adult could wield. Long, with what he guessed was wooden handles and some shorter. He pushed into the room with a childlike whoa of wonder at the objects. Most were out of reach, but he still moved in eyeing them all. As he found one closer to the ground he stood on his back legs and batted at it until it dropped down with a clatter. The noise made him jump and tuck his tail, wide eyes on it as the weapon came unsheathed in the clamor. Its blade was swirled with strange materials but he wasn't perturbed. He stepped to it and laid before it, it looked like something he could chew on and not get in too much trouble. Maybe he should chew on the wooden part though? His eyes went to it and he decided then. There was teeth marks on the weapons handle and he figured why not add his own. So he placed a paw on it unsettling his claws on it to better gripp it by the cross section and began chewing the thing. The taste wasn't too horrid and there was definitely some relief for his teeth that seemed to want to cause him a headache all the time. Teething mom called it. He hated it. Walk, "Talk", Think |
Titus has a male white Raven by the name of Andrei, assume he is overhead or somewhere watching even if not mentioned.
Bowen as his mother, Artorias as his alpha and uncle, and Briar as his aunt may enter any of his threads regardless of how they are marked until he is a year of age. Bowen has permission to powerplay him as needed.