Active [Quang – Sienna Estate] Property for my Property - Part 2: Let me iiiiin!

[Maxxob]

Fenrir Hellsing

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Titles: [Beast], [Born For This], [Butler], [Native] - #3FA008

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Fenrir let out a low, frustrated growl as he watched the first grave robber run for his life, his amber gaze tracking the figure until it faded from view. Although the man had met his attacks head-on, he’d at least been scared enough to flee. Turning his attention back to the rotund, bleeding figure, Fenrir steadied his breathing, allowing the rush of battle to ebb.

When Saoirse spoke, her praise and guidance reached Fenrir’s ears with the weight of authority and a reassurance that momentarily eased his combative stance. His bushy tail began swishing in satisfaction, an unspoken display of his gratitude. “It will be an honor to have your guidance, mistress. And my honor to serve you.” Fenrir offered her a respectful neck bow, taking her approval as a sign of faith in his capabilities.

Melia’s offer for training caught his ear next, and he turned to her with an intrigued gleam in his eye. “Certainly,” he replied with genuine interest, his deep voice steady. “I would never pass up an opportunity to train with a warrior such as you.” A light nod showed he was ready to accept her offer, anticipating the skill he might gain by sparring with her. With both of their encouragements now clear in his mind, Fenrir redirected his attention to the task at hand.

The rotund grave robber became Fenrir’s focus. The butler shifted forward with careful control, his movements swift yet measured as he closed in, attempting to block any path of escape. Though he kept his swords poised, he allowed some distance, observing their captive’s every twitch and motion. "Now then," Fenrir spoke with a chilling calm, his voice carrying the authority of someone accustomed to unquestioned obedience. His sharp canines flashed in warning as he gave the man a deadly smile. “How about you start by telling us why you’re here—and don’t skip any detail.”

Fenrir’s predatory gaze remained fixed on the man’s face as he awaited his answer, his heightened senses alert to every shift in expression and tone, ready to filter out truth from deceit. [Insight F]