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Ooc — Will
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September 26, 2014, 08:20 PM
(This post was last modified: January 06, 2015, 02:17 AM by Shadow.)
Shadow had been contentedly nestled beside his wife, the Healer when the call had rose into the night for him. It was from the boy, the probatio, the one that reminded him of his brother, Arcadius too much for his own liking, the one that had earned a faint speck of liking from the Roman. Still, it sounded urgent and he was the Praetor. And duty always came first didn't it? With a kiss to her forehead and a nuzzle, he trotted out of his den silently and began heading in the direction the youth's howl had risen from, bright silver eyes glowing out of the darkness.
He arrived, expression indifferent and stern, eyes of liquid silver bright and harsh, as his gaze locked onto the yearling. His tongue raked across his gleaming canines in a threatening manner and the scars littered across his body shone bright white as the moonlight shone across his body. The angel of death approached her, subtly sniffing the air as he did so noticing that the female's scent was close to the borders before seemingly backing away. Good, she had some sense but she still had been too close. His stance dominant and assertive, cold and unforgiving. Tail raised high in the air. He blocked the feelings of annoyance and irritation, so this female was the reason why he wasn't drifting into deep slumber beside his wife.
But he had to be fair, something that his father never was, something that he strove to become. He did not feel like playing his games of snarkiness and sarcasm with her tonight. Why do you venture so close to my borders? he asked in a soft dangerous tone. The tip of his tail twitched, telling Flash not to speak or move, he had called for the death angel and he had came. The probatio was welcomed to watch but not to speak when uninvited.
When she did not speak and moved away, the Roman shrugged and left.