Even Hurricanes Have Names
02-25-2015, 07:07 PM
He had been patrolling, as was expected of him and was tasked of him. Things had been quiet for quite some time, and so he thought to greet the voices he'd heard in the distance. A small smile formed on his features, as he really was enjoying himself here in Imperium. The pack had marched off to battle only a few days after he had joined, and he was proud to be among a group of wolves that actually did something. Glaciem had become so passive after his father's illness, it had been pathetic. He neared the voices at a placid trot. A child's voice rang clear, and for a moment he thought to avoid the confrontation with the infant. He wasn't known to be the best with children. Alas, curiosity won in the end and he neared the pair of wolves. One was the child he'd heard, and the other was someone he hadn't seen before, or smelled - for that matter. The woman was smaller than he, and smelled of no distinct pack - not even Imperium. Hackles raised at once as he picked up his pace and placed himself between the boy and the stranger. The woman seemed to be moving away, but Kyarst didn't like the idea of her being here in the first place - not when most of Imperium's warriors were far away battling Lydovne. “I'll make sure you get back where you belong, trespasser.” the Praesidio would speak definitively. An eye shot to the youth who had encountered and engaged the stranger. “Has she been any trouble?” he queried, knowing that if she laid so much as a paw on the boy he would have to do something. A growl brewed deep in his chest, frothing and bubbling in his lungs. “Go.” he warned the stranger. If she chose not to obey his command, there would be consequences. Already he felt himself curling his shoulders forward and aligning his crown with his spine. A hushed tone escaped his lips, so much so that he was sure only the boy would hear. “If things go south, I need you to do something for me - for Imperium. Find Lysis Armada or Nagendra and bring them here. Got it, kid?” “speak,” |
Kyarst is 2 years old, 142 lbs, and 36" tall. This is your warning. He is prone to acts of violence including but not limited to: maims, claims, dominance challenges, etc. He is also prone to foul language. Also, Lysis is allowed to pop into his threads whenever she pleases, as the two are almost always close to one another.