Encounter As her crimson eyes met the vast, night sky, Hanabi lost herself in the beauty of the celestial bodies above them. They admired the twinkling lights that covered the midnight blanket that surrounded them. Sirus turned his head slightly to her and smiled. He had not felt so warm in the longest time. This feeling he had embraced him, and he did not reject it. There was something more to her than that. Something that he was willing to trust in her;he could confide all his secrets to her, and he knew she would keep them safe with herself.Encounter
What is this feeling though
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Kraven got the message right after Sunder had left... He did want Sirus. This could only turn out three different ways: Sirus denying and sunder getting pissed, Sirus accepting and Hanabi getting pissed, or, as horrible as it might seem, we will all die in the war,thought Kraven. Kraven paced around the cramped room, examining some letter to the griffin master (the man who raised the griffins in the first place), thinking about what Sunder had in plan. Sunder always was had some tricks. Even though he was one of the best kings we'd ever had, he was conniving as a weasel.
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The Griffins cried out as Sirus marched down the trail. This was normal, considering that trained griffins were taught how to do this at any sign of trespassers (which was often seeing as griffins had some of the keenest eyes in existence). Sirus trotted lightly and without a care in the world. The Orks were in pursuit, but took extreme measures to stay unseen and unheard.
Kraven rested on his griffin. Griffins were just eagles with four legs. There were different colors, which often signified it's ferocity and it's class in the griffin hierarchy. Black was always the best and b
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Sirus dove into the crystal blue harbor. The water shot through his eggshell colored hair. Contrary to the heat of the sun, the water was incredibly cold to Sirus. his blood ate away at his air the longer he stayed submerged. His head peaked out of the water. Sirus made sizable efforts in controlling himself in his hour of learning. He had only truly gone swimming once, and in which, he almost drown. Stroke after stroke took energy away from the fleeting boy. He took another deep breath, and submerged himself a second time. Sound dulled under the water, and there was only the fish t
