OSIRIS
In this land of make-believe, dead and dry
I am taking in every detail that is given out, every miniscule little thing, as I have been trained to. I am attentive, and alert, and ready to act on a moment’s notice, to defend myself and others if I must. Dark eyes watch Jaye thoughtfully, curious but held in place, and of course respect. I do know who to respect after all, and from what I have already seen she is something to be respected. I may be young, but I’m not the stereotypical rebellious wolf with a fiery temper and that runs headlong into things. No, they had always said I have a good head on my shoulders. Maybe I believed them and maybe I did not, I am not always quick to judge or put a label onto myself. I left the judging to others and found things were much less complicated that way.
She speaks and I listen with attentive ease to every verse offered to me. “I am well versed in battling. I came from a war torn land you see. Stealth and information retaining is also within my grasp. I can kill when called upon to do so, or defend just as well. Diplomatics however…I tend to leave those to others. I’m not cut out for being a judge or jury.” Maybe I’ve worded that wrong? Oh well it was common terminology from where I came from, the general meaning should be gotten however. If something seemed off after all, she could always ask. It wouldn't hurt anyone.
I followed a respectable distance behind, after all it’s another way I’ve been raised. I wonder if these things would make my homeland seem strange to the wolves here, though, I am sure it’s not the weirdest case out there either. I am still keeping a watch out, ears swiveling each time my paws touched ground. The only question I cannot answer is what the cinnamon traced scythe marking on my face meant. I’ve been asked everywhere I have ever gone, but it is hard to answer a question that I do not know the answer to. I wish I knew what it meant myself, or maybe I do know but just can’t remember. There are probably a lot of things I do not remember. Memories of early puppyhood, the small things in life. No matter how hard I try, it just doesn’t come. Not that I expect it to.
You're so cold, but you feel alive
i. Glorall
ii. four
iii. male
iv. answers the call of none
v. unable to be subdued by fate
vi.no pups
vii. cousin is Hyourinmaru
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