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Sirius

"Warlord"

The Hallows
High Councilor

Master Fighter (240)

Master Hunter (275)

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age
11 Years
gender
Male
gems
51
size
Dire wolf
build
Balanced
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3,227

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08-05-2019, 03:39 PM


The moved in silence, and Seer easily kept himself to a slow, stately pace beside the Empress. Her pregnant body wasn’t one she could throw about quickly any longer, and he struggled every now and then not to smile as her belly swayed back and forth beneath her. He knew Deathbelle would swat him for any such expression.

He didn’t question Deathbelle at the times she stopped, he could hear her pained breathing, and wanted to protest her leaving the den of all. He did not, of course. His relationship with the Empress was strained enough as it was, and he would not risk her ire now. Instead, he stayed close by her, and kept a close eye on her and their surroundings, doing his best to keep her safe.

Deathbelle stopped again, and Seer let his steps fall silent, turning to look at her, patiently waiting, until she cried out in pain. His fur stood on end, and his eyes went a little wild as he realised she was experiencing a contraction. “Death?” he growled going towards her and nosing her belly. “Are they coming? What do I do?” he should have paid more attention in that cursed pregnancy lesson luce gave them. what do I do?? he thought frantically as his mental capacity turned to mush.


"Belle""Seer"