I got fire in my soul
11-11-2024, 10:31 AM
| Little soldier boy Titus listened as he kept his eyes on the imperfection of the blade. So they were okay to scratch, but a crack was a no no. Got it. And as Artorias showed him how to how to check the blade for a scratch or crack he watched and took note, before looking at his own hand like paw. Just one nail that's all that he needed. He flexed a claw out and curled the other digits up so they wouldn't be in the way and followed Art's example. It didn't catch and was indeed smooth still. A small nod and then the question he was asked given an answer. "Uh huh! It's still like it was just forged!" A grin on his face. He was super proud, he'd been allowed to help make it! Then While his uncle moved on to polishing it for a final time he sat and listened as his question was answered. Caps on claws and teeth. How strange. He had meant something that wouldn't likely feel weird on his toes when he retracted his claws. But he was able to easily see how some who couldn't put their claws away like he could would prefer that. And then Uncle Art was telling him there was no right or wrong way to fight and he nodded. Then he would become the best fighter who was a catlike wolf. But he had another question. "It does, but what about battles with words? Are those things you or Bramble or even Auntie briar could teach me about? I wanna be good at all sorts of fighting!" He gave a grin at the thought of him winning even word battles. Surely not all fights had to be physical. Though he was sure he would even win all his physical fights too. 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.