furious fanged folly
sirius
Banshee's wounds were healing nicely thanks to Ashen's healers. Despite the turmoil in the Empire it seemed they had the lock down on good healers. Which was a promising factor since a lot of Banshee's own aspirations included being a medic. Though, she wished to also improve her fighting skills. The babe could be named overly ambitious due to her desire to be a true jack of all trades. Which would only be possible if she could manage to stay out of trouble for more then a few weeks at a time. Since her sappy 'breakthrough' with Iroh she had been feeling a bit better. It seems with her slightly improved metal state her physical state had increased as well. As if allowing herself to heal in all ways. Thus, she was much more open to moving around and getting to know her temporary home. Banshee had never seen the Oasis before being moved here by Sirius and his posse. It was a truly beautiful region seemingly untouched by the ash. The Klein girl's day dreaming came to a stop as she came upon her destination. Blue eyes took in the Alpha's den and a warm brow raised in thought. 'Do I dare intrude?' Banshee was never one to shy away from a dicy situation. Thus, the fanged babe slipped into the den a few steps and let forth her gentle tones, "Sirius?" She knew him as Sirius rather then a formal title such as Warlord.
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Sirius
High Councilor
Master Fighter (240)
Master Hunter (275)
Bloodletter
11 Years
Male
23
Seadragoness
It made any distraction welcome, even if more often than not he was a grumpy bastard about it. Anything to keep his mind occupied, the Tyrant took some time crafting, whittling away at sticks as he made large spears. He had a vague idea of taking them hunting for fish in the deeper waters near the sea.
He was just putting down his latest finished one, scraping wood from his teeth, when he would hear the approach of the young wolf. He folded his good paw over the stick, lifting his head to the den entrance. “In here Banshee” he said. His den had a two-part system, to give Zee some privacy from the dangerous sleeper. He waited until Banshee appeared before he nodded his head for her to take a seat. “How are you settling in?”
As Banshee approached she heard the gentle etching of wood. Though, with her call forth to the Warlord the noises ceased. In return the yearling heard the baritone vocals of her new leader. Banshee moved closer to the sound of his invitation inside and she dipped her head in a slight nod as she approached. Her bright blue eyes took in the sight of his weapons in the making and his injured leg. The babe stopped a few tail lengths away to keep a polite amount of distance between them before lowing down on her haunches to sit. As she moved her cuts from the thorns shifted and stung but mostly at this point they itched. The lacerations were healing nicely which came with generous scabbing. Soon the scabs would flake off at their own pace but in the mean time Banshee had to refrain from scratching them all open. Which she had done naughtily to a few on her back when she couldn't reel herself in. Banshee let her eyes move to Seer's own blue gaze and she finally responded to his question. "So far so good." Overall she was feeling very neutral. She was still surrounded by 'family' but felt so very alone. That being said, she'd never voice anything of the sort to the male before her. They were not close and at that point the only Wolf she felt comfortable to express feelings to would be her friend Iroh. - The gal shifted slightly before flicking her nose towards his leg, "You have looked better.." Banshee offered a slightly sassy smirk, "I can't imagine you are doing well with being cooped up." Perhaps she was overstepping her bounds but the babe couldn't help but to remember when the Warlord was a mere bodyguard. It was hard for her to think of him as an alpha. That didn't mean she didn't respect him but her ability to jest with him came slightly more naturally. "I've come to you to speak of my future. I want to improve on my fighting and healing skills. But, most importantly I wish to help Ashen the best I can." Banshee wanted to keep busy, otherwise she feared she claw herself into a dark hole again.
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Sirius
High Councilor
Master Fighter (240)
Master Hunter (275)
Bloodletter
11 Years
Male
23
Seadragoness
“Not in the least. If you start hearing wild noises in the night it’s probably just me stretching my lungs” he said, a slight smirk coming into play on his lips. He was a grumpy, bored bastard but he wasn’t always unapproachable. He pushed his stick aside, looking at the young woman with an appraising eye. “Always a good endeavor. Here’s a thought for you, I’m extending an offer for you to take on a dual-apprenticeship. Fighting with me, healing with Io. Once you’ve picked up some more experience in both fields, we can find a place for you in the pack that you feel you belong. For now, you can be an apprentice. What’s your thoughts?”
Banshee watched the larger male in slight admiration. She was aware of his previous status as a bodyguard and/or servant for Deathbelle. Perhaps even below that before coming to Boreas. Now, the brute was a Warlord.. Still beneath Death but risen high enough to grasp a crown for his self. With the new recruits the male could easily depart from Ashen and make the Armada his own force. But, she was well aware that would not happen. They would reign as an Empire as long as Belle could keep her throne. The babe let forth a genuine giggle as she listened to his drama. It was evident he was not doing well with being a 'home body' but she was sure he would bounce back in not time. With a light shake of her head Banshee raised a brow, "If I were you I'd take the time to heal and perhaps even relax." She smirked gently, "That is if you can." If he didn't they would have a never ending cycle of injuries to deal with. Would he risk being weakened by his own impatience? The conversation shifted into a higher gear as the Warlord began to speak on her inquire. Her russet toned ears flicked ever so slightly as she took in his vocals. As he finished Banshee took only a moment to think over his suggestion before nodding towards him. "That sounds perfect." She enjoyed the prospect of focusing on two skills rather then just one. Previously she had been focusing on only healing.. Which she had enjoyed but Banshee was riddled with energy and ambition when she wasn't dealing with her emotions. Learning how to fight and defend herself beneath the Warlord may be the solution to her issue. "Maybe one day I'll be able to knock you on your bum." Banshee wriggled her brows in a playful and teasing manner. "Will Io be okay with teaching me?" Ban hadn't spent much time with the strange femme since returning.
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Sirius
High Councilor
Master Fighter (240)
Master Hunter (275)
Bloodletter
11 Years
Male
23
Seadragoness