Sweet child of mine
Elin
Basilisk
Warlord
Master Fighter (245)
Master Hunter (240)
Marauder
Bloodletter
age
4 Years
4 Years
gender
Male
Male
gems
767
767
player
Seadragoness
Seadragoness
12-19-2024, 09:29 AM
Ignita had taken Citadel on their own little adventure while he waited by Selene's bed. They had agreed that someone would be with her at all times. When she woke, she would not be alone. They had even agreed to let Citadel in on the rotation. The boy seemed to be taking his sister's injury hard.
He was seated on a bed pressed up against her own, pooling over maps he had brought with him. The Armada borders had changed since this map had first been created, and there were a lot of clear changes and scribbles across the page. He was updating the border patrols, a list of wolves on another paper beside him. Their pack was large, and it was clear they needed more wolves to maintain it. He let the task consume his thoughts, simply being their beside his daughter.
As his Consort, Ignita can enter any of his threads without warning
Basilisk
Warlord
Master Fighter (245)
Master Hunter (240)
Marauder
Bloodletter
age
4 Years
4 Years
gender
Male
Male
gems
767
767
player
Seadragoness
Seadragoness
8 hours ago
With his attention on his work, he didn't immediately notice as his daughter stirred. Her voice caught on her voice first and he knocked his paper over as he turned his attention to the child in the bed beside him. “Selene? Hello sweetie.” He said as he carefully moved closer to her, looking at her unfocused eyes and listening to the rasp of Her voice.
“Here, take a sip of this.” He said, lifting some water to her muzzle. He was already glancing around the den as he did so. Where had Ollie gotten to? “How are you feeling, little one?” He asked her. Keeping his voice soft and pleasant, no hint of worry crept into his tone.
“Here, take a sip of this.” He said, lifting some water to her muzzle. He was already glancing around the den as he did so. Where had Ollie gotten to? “How are you feeling, little one?” He asked her. Keeping his voice soft and pleasant, no hint of worry crept into his tone.
As his Consort, Ignita can enter any of his threads without warning