A Servant of the Ivory Tower.

did you kno that, actually, soft

soft is the most important thing ever actually

This is not wrong.

Softness is comfort.

One of the wolf cubs visited today, early while the sun was still up. It is still young, small, but stronger than it was when first I saw it. How are you, Wojtek?

did you kno that, actually, soft

soft is the most important thing ever actually

This is not wrong.

What would I even do if He didn't wake up.

The kind of our masters often fall into slumber for long. Days, years, centuries-- at times with no warning, and no indication of when they will awaken. If your master does fall in such a slumber, you will live on, day by day, attending to your duties until there are no more to tend to. When that time comes, if your master has still not awakened, all that is left is patience.

You are welcome.

The Rite of Temperance was in the Summer, during the hottest nights of the year. It was named so for the act of tempering the steel within a burning furnace. That was the first step; to prove that the packmate could handle the sight of the flames, smell the sulfur and molten alloys upon their skin and remain unflinching. They reshaped the burning steel with their own strength while it was still white from the heat. An act of transformation, moulding it into a new form, each line and arch branding its imprint onto their skin. For one whole night, the packmate would heat the steel, give it shape until it grew cold, and then reheat it until it could be shaped again. This taught them not to fear the heat but to respect it, for it too could be used by those strong enough in spirit to wield it. On the third night, they tempered the steel one final time and finished its design; the sigil of the pack, made by their own hands. They presented it to the pack priest, who judged their work, and if it was found suitable, they offered their arm, and the priest sank the steel into their flesh, stretching the muscle around it until it was part of them. That was when a packmate truly joined the war pack and pledged themself to this edge of the Sword of Cain.

What would I even do if He didn't wake up.

The kind of our masters often fall into slumber for long. Days, years, centuries-- at times with no warning, and no indication of when they will awaken. If your master does fall in such a slumber, you will live on, day by day, attending to your duties until there are no more to tend to. When that time comes, if your master has still not awakened, all that is left is patience.

What would I even do if He didn't wake up.

The kind of our masters often fall into slumber for long. Days, years, centuries-- at times with no warning, and no indication of when they will awaken. If your master does fall in such a slumber, you will live on, day by day, attending to your duties until there are no more to tend to. When that time comes, if your master has still not awakened, all that is left is patience.

Everyone get kinda slow and lazy when Master sleeps for more than a day, you know?

It is the way of the domain. When the domitor thrives, so does the domain. When he is absent, the domain mourns the absence. You have been well, Wojtek?

That is the way. How is your new form treating you? Are you used to the balance?

Everyone get kinda slow and lazy when Master sleeps for more than a day, you know?

It is the way of the domain. When the domitor thrives, so does the domain. When he is absent, the domain mourns the absence. You have been well, Wojtek?