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Polar glared at his father, silent, the moonglobes floating icily around them. Caribou couldn’t believe how impetuous his child had become. Despite his skill in combat he often got far too violent and his sparring partners became fewer and fewer, fear spreading among them. He’d asked Polar to meet him to discuss his violent tendencies. However, his son continued to stare, angry, at every word he said. Nervousness crawled under his scales. Why wouldn’t he speak? He usually had a scroll’s worth of insults or charm, depending on his mood. Now his dull eyes sharpened, stabbing into Caribou. Finally, he opened his mouth. “Father. I know you must be disappointed,” he began with a voice smoother than silk. Despite his blood he felt cold. “I’m sure you and Mother are worried about my partners ending up in the medic. Trust me, I feel awful.” His eyes told Caribou otherwise. “But soon it won’t matter. Soon it will make sense. You and Mother won’t have to worry anymore. I’ll make sure of it.” Caribou felt uneasy. But Polar was his son. He had to trust him... right?

WoF belongs to Tui T. Sutherland
Polar/Bloodthorn and Caribou belong to me
Art is mine

You can learn more about my ocs here !

Description
Polar glared at his father, silent, the moonglobes floating icily around them. Caribou couldn’t believe how impetuous his child had become. Despite his skill in combat he often got far too violent and his sparring partners became fewer and fewer, fear spreading among them. He’d asked Polar to meet him to discuss his violent tendencies. However, his son continued to stare, angry, at every word he said. Nervousness crawled under his scales. Why wouldn’t he speak? He usually had a scroll’s worth of insults or charm, depending on his mood. Now his dull eyes sharpened, stabbing into Caribou. Finally, he opened his mouth. “Father. I know you must be disappointed,” he began with a voice smoother than silk. Despite his blood he felt cold. “I’m sure you and Mother are worried about my partners ending up in the medic. Trust me, I feel awful.” His eyes told Caribou otherwise. “But soon it won’t matter. Soon it will make sense. You and Mother won’t have to worry anymore. I’ll make sure of it.” Caribou felt uneasy. But Polar was his son. He had to trust him... right?

WoF belongs to Tui T. Sutherland
Polar/Bloodthorn and Caribou belong to me
Art is mine

You can learn more about my ocs here !