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Mutuals like for an ic ask! No cap!

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@konohaprodigy requested a divine starter

                                                                                                                           Sif didn’t like that  smell in the air  , the fact that he was slowly getting hungry  didn’t help either  . Exploring a new forest for  his master’s sake  was fine  &&  all, but the  divine beast  didn’t like where he ended up.

                                                                                                                           A  faint snarl  left the  sharp teethed mouth  , whatever was coming from  behind the bushes  should know that Sif was not ready to take  anyone’s jokings  .

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@koyotii requested a divine starter

                                                                                                                        The  divine beast  made his way through what was  most certainly not his forest  . Sif wasn’t  hungry  , he wasn’t  tired  . All that was  on his mind  was the fact that he was most likely lost  &&  being watched. Both things the  wolf  didn’t enjoy. He  sniffed the air  once more, making sure to find anything that seemed familiar,  anything at all  .

‘ This is not my forest, I will not mark it as such. But please do come out. ’

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ofgreatgrey:

I’m heading off for a while, I have some stuff to do! Feel free to like for a starter! No cap, like ‘til your heart’s content! Mutuals only!

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lokeswolf:

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Pausing Fenrir examined the other wolf, looking them over. In all his time of wandering the Nine Realms he had yet to see a wolf that was so large. At present he stood at just over two meters and had to look up slightly to fully see the other.

“Child, what is your name?” His voice held only the slightest tone of curiosity, having not observed this wolf while he was chained.

                                                                                                                        Sif looked up, another wolf was  r a r e l y  seen around here, he knew that this one was none of the  DIVINE CLAN  , the holy wolves who were  born at the first fullmoon  . The  divine beast  was the last of his clan, it was chosen to be him. But just because this one didn’t  smell familiar  was no reason to  bare his fangs  yet.

‘ It is from good manners to state your own name first, my name is Sif. I have no quarrels with you, but if it your desire to trample on my master’s name we shall fight. ’

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abysstained:

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        grin never ceased in how it grew to brighten the knight’s already sunny features upon the sight of his dear friend , furry and bounding with reckless abandon towards him . once the great hound had settled mere inches before him , artorias bent down , knees hitting the floor as laughter escaped his lips and gauntleted digits reached to ruffle the rich thick fur of silver about his companion’s neck . nose even went so far as to nuzzle itself against the wolf , artorias allowing himself to be surrounded by the familiarity which came with his friend .

‘ master did call , sif !! you good lad ; let us go explore some forests , hmm ? or should i scratch your tummy first ? ‘

                                                                                                                        Sif was  not able  to show  more joy  than that, but he  wished so dearly  that he could. Not that it made  much of a difference  , for the divine beast, Artorias was more of a  wolf  than the ones of  his rank  .  &&  only a wolf could understood another wolf. (Exploring the forests) ? Did that mean the forests that were  forbidden  for mere soldiers, only allowed for  Gwyn’s 4 nights  ? How wonderful, surely they could play fetch with some  undeads  . He didn’t like the taste of rotten meat in his mouth, though.

‘ If master scratches my tummy, then I will lick master’s hand! I can hunt for dinner, as well! ’

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I’m heading off for a while, I have some stuff to do! Feel free to like for a starter! No cap, like ‘til your heart’s content! Mutuals only!

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who's a puppy?? you are! youu are!!

                                                                                                                      The  wolf cub  didn’t understand why this  masked one  talked to him like  t h a t  . Artorias didn’t, he talked to him  the same way  he talked to his servants. Only more loving. Did that mean the grey one was  underestimating him  ? Hopefully not! His teeth were  sharp  , even sharper than  his claws  ! A lof of giants noticed that in an  unfortunate chain of events  that merely started with the  cub wanting to play  . The divine wolf  huffed  at the stranger.

‘ I may be a mere pup, but my father will make me strong! Master Artorias is the strongest of them all! He praises me when I catch a deer! ’

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When Sif was born, a mere wolf cub. He was already as tall as a fully grown normal wolf. It was nothing special in Anor Londo, land of the giants, but whenever he && his master were sent to non-divine places a lot of beings were scared to death. They thought Sif wanted to kill them, but the pup only wanted to play.

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!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SIF MY BOY

                                                                                                                       Sif (heard) his  master’s call  , first his ears twitched, then he  c h a s e d  the the  tone  like a  wild rabbit  . <  Lord Gwyn  > didn’t send them on  a mission  , this meant they were free , right  ??  Sif was free to be  happy  , glad to be alive. He didn’t  tear flesh from bones  , broke bodies with the  bare swing of his paws  . No ,Sif was not a  monster  right now. He was merely being ...  SIF  .

                                                                                                                         The  grand wolf  threw himself  in front of his master’s feet  . Tail wiggling  furiously  . Small barks left the  sharp teethed mouth  , all while the  icy white  eyes  never  left the form of Artorias.

‘ Master called? Master called! Let’s play master, if you pet me, I will lick your hand! Promise, promise! ’

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I'm tired, boss. Tired of bein' on the road, lonely as a sparrow in the rain. Tired of not ever having me a buddy to be with, or tell me where we's coming from or going to, or why. Mostly I'm tired of people being ugly to each other. I'm tired of all the pain I feel and hear in the world everyday. There's too much of it. It's like pieces of glass in my head all the time. Can you understand?

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