07-29-2019, 04:10 PM
[div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: constantia; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"]"Are you lost, [abbr=my child]mo pháiste[/abbr]?" The massive dire wolf would not lie; at the little outline of a fox, he'd hoped dearly that the lone figure at the gate might be Suvi. He knew the hope was vain, though the child did stutter, as his daughter did. Poor thing. He knew he might look a little imposing in this form and thought of shifting back to his birth but did not. Shifting shapes suddenly might frighten her and she already looked anxious enough.
Raziel recognized the unfortunate smell of the Pitt, but she didn't look like a runaway slave. No, she only looked lost. Nor did she seem injured or unwell in any way. She's wandered too far. As it was, he glanced behind him with some antsy, knowing his younger brother may suggest taking her in, bringing her to their captain. A Pitt prisoner might be useful. He could acknowledge that, but he wanted nothing to do with such action. She likely just wanted her parents.
The two had been patrolling, as Raziel became prone to do late when he could not sleep. Restlessness and growing frustration with his daughter's absence kept him awake and moving. Patience was a virtue, one that he tried to keep to, but sometimes too much time past.
"I'm not going to hurt you." He offered gently, lowering himself to the ground close by, but maintaining a respectful distance. "My name's Raziel, little one, what's yours?"
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Raziel recognized the unfortunate smell of the Pitt, but she didn't look like a runaway slave. No, she only looked lost. Nor did she seem injured or unwell in any way. She's wandered too far. As it was, he glanced behind him with some antsy, knowing his younger brother may suggest taking her in, bringing her to their captain. A Pitt prisoner might be useful. He could acknowledge that, but he wanted nothing to do with such action. She likely just wanted her parents.
The two had been patrolling, as Raziel became prone to do late when he could not sleep. Restlessness and growing frustration with his daughter's absence kept him awake and moving. Patience was a virtue, one that he tried to keep to, but sometimes too much time past.
"I'm not going to hurt you." He offered gently, lowering himself to the ground close by, but maintaining a respectful distance. "My name's Raziel, little one, what's yours?"
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