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"WAKING THE DEMON"
What did he want with Hawkclan? They were all weak and useless, really. Maybe he was just like them. The apprentice would slip over and take a seat. Eyes locked on the male and face holding a small smile. IT was fake, not that anyone could tel. Acting was what she was good at. "Greetings. What brings you to Hawkclan?" She offered with an even tone. She was being proper, for now.
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Littlestar still had her little succulent sitting on the ledge of her window. It was quite a perfect spot for the plant as it was where the sun hit for the longest during the day and Littlestar thought it looked quite pretty in her room. She tended to it by brushing dust off the pots rims and feeding it water every day. However it had been a while since the plants had been gifted to Hawkclan so her own had grown pretty big since then. The tabby tended to said plant and then headed outside into the bright sunlight where she headed towards the border lines and immediately saw Hestia confronting the Sanctuary ambassador. Huh, she actually remembered his name. Losteyes, it had been. He had gifts with him of which she saw some more potted plants. Cute. The scarred feline stood besides Hestia and studied Losteyes. She assumed he was just here to give gifts but waited patiently to see his answer to her question. "Yo." Littlestar greeted, assuming the male knew her name by now. She had met him a couple of times before and had introduced herself but they just hadn't been in proper conversation before. She supposed that was to be expected. He was, after all, an ambassador to all, not just herself.
valor had only just returned from his dreadful, long, excruciating journey back and forth from windclan and skyclan. the entire distance done at one time might teach valor something about overworking himself, but like most things it went over his head. instead the hound was tired and he felt like a nap was the best decision to make for himself. did he? no, of course not. napping would definitely turn into a complete cycle of sleeping, and that normally turned into darkness-influenced nightmares. they were beginning to become more chilling than he was used to, but thats sort of what came included with being a hellhound.
so instead of going off and taking his nap, he arrived in next to littlestar and eased himself down to lay next to her, and obnoxiously leaned into her side. "lit, i'm so weak. i think only-" he looked toward the wicker basket and smirked. "only a nice, blueberry pie can save me!"
valor praelium | male
biromantic heterosexual | crush on no one | single | 1/2 of ??
warrior of the rift | guardian of hawkclan | warrior of skyclan | npc x npc | 1.7 years | adopted by finnishwars praelium
bratty | spoiled | cocky | rude
• physically matured
• hundred twenty-six pounds
• 7.4 feet tall
• muscular, lithe build. appears malnourished
• venomous saber tooth fangs reach ten inches out of his mouth
• fire elemental pelt (activates when experiencing strong amounts of emotion)
• scales that cover his entire face and trail down his spine to a rattlesnake tail ref
• fire elemental (mastered)
• super strength (mastered)
• super speed (undiscovered, not mastered)
• time control (undiscovered, not mastered)
• starving (recovering feral)
• scattered gashes and stab wounds
loud | self centered | obnoxious | violent | boastful | takes everything literal
does not understand sarcasm | childish | very athletic
• physically hard | mentally moderate
• can NOT powerplay non-harmful actions
• will start and finish fights
• attack in orange
"WAKING THE DEMON"
This was a deputy? In her opinion, he wasn't much of one. But, she was a bitter dried up demon soul with no love for anyone. Not even for her own parents. And they were the reason she was alive. "Greetings. I am Hestia." She would leave her last names off on purpose. Not wanting her last names to define her. Yet.
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