10-15-2018, 10:22 AM
The call of Moonmade had pulled Azazel from his thoughts, and the pup had made his way to the slowly gathering crowd. His leader seemed tired, and Azazel couldn't blame him. With the ghosts and the murder, the husky had trouble sleeping himself due to worry about what would happen next. A glance around him at the crowd proved that everyone was the same. Tired and almost broken down. He didn't get much of a chance to choose where he sat; as Moonmade began speaking, he sat down to the closest spot he could.
The meeting didn't start off well. In the middle of the night; how had he missed it? He had woken up from the injuries that had injured him the day before. The meeting was much more serious than he had seen before, although he had only been in one. Going outside the bunkers was a bad idea for the dwarf stars and fireballs unless they were in groups of three. Not to mention the mention of killing; a thought that made bile rise in Azazel's throat, the memories of the feline and the canine still burned into his mind.
The meeting took a lighter turn, for the most part. There was mention of training. Maybe it would be good for him to join in. Things seemed dangerous, and, as much as he wanted to just heal, learning how to defend himself would work in his favor, too. He didn't like the idea of hurting anyone, but he would if he absolutely had to. The mention of his name pulled him from his thoughts, and he couldn't help but feel excited at the thought of being a Halo. Not to mention the leader taking care of mentoring him until there was a Cleric. "Thank you, sir. I'll do my best."
His name was mentioned again, for a shout out, and Azazel felt a swell of pride. He was doing good! He'd have to keep it up. There was someone mentioned for doing the opposite, and the pup looked around, trying to find a face to the name. He still hadn't met a lot of the creatures yet, so, after a moment or two, he gave up. Last was the Halloween event; maybe he could help with it, too!
The meeting didn't start off well. In the middle of the night; how had he missed it? He had woken up from the injuries that had injured him the day before. The meeting was much more serious than he had seen before, although he had only been in one. Going outside the bunkers was a bad idea for the dwarf stars and fireballs unless they were in groups of three. Not to mention the mention of killing; a thought that made bile rise in Azazel's throat, the memories of the feline and the canine still burned into his mind.
The meeting took a lighter turn, for the most part. There was mention of training. Maybe it would be good for him to join in. Things seemed dangerous, and, as much as he wanted to just heal, learning how to defend himself would work in his favor, too. He didn't like the idea of hurting anyone, but he would if he absolutely had to. The mention of his name pulled him from his thoughts, and he couldn't help but feel excited at the thought of being a Halo. Not to mention the leader taking care of mentoring him until there was a Cleric. "Thank you, sir. I'll do my best."
His name was mentioned again, for a shout out, and Azazel felt a swell of pride. He was doing good! He'd have to keep it up. There was someone mentioned for doing the opposite, and the pup looked around, trying to find a face to the name. He still hadn't met a lot of the creatures yet, so, after a moment or two, he gave up. Last was the Halloween event; maybe he could help with it, too!