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2 Timothy 4:2 [SERMON AND MEET THE PUPS]



Sirius

"Warlord"

The Hallows
High Councilor

Master Fighter (240)

Master Hunter (275)

An icon representing the specialty Bloodletter Bloodletter

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

LegendaryWealthySamhain 2022Statue 1 WorshipThe Ooze ParticipantThe Ooze - Variation 1
WordySilver Medal 2020Critical Hit!Critical Fail!Trick 2019Promptober 2019
08-19-2019, 03:28 PM


Sirius had only seen Archon a few times, and in passing. He only knew that he was the one Deathbelle had decided to produce royal blood with. When the man of equal rank to the titan called out to them, Sirius made sure to show up. He needed to be there to support Deathbelle, and knew it was his duty to attend all pack events.

He arrived, and found the wolves congratulating the man. Sirius did not follow them to the father, he would not give his appreciation to the man for sleeping with his childhood friend. As much as he might adore the tiny children he was coming to know.

He found himself moving up beside Hannibal after the white Alpha had given his own congratulations. He wondered what the man really thought of all this, he had, after all, heard him express feelings to Deathbelle.

As the titan settled down, and listened to the father as he began to speak, realisation slowly dawned on Sirius. Zee had once told him that a god-fart man had given her to Deathbelle. He had never gotten his name from Zee, he had never cared enough to ask. But as Archon went on about the bloodlines of gods, and believing in ‘The God’ or whatever garbage he spoke of, Sirius understood. The same crazy man who believed his ancestors were gods, was the same as the man who had joined with Deathbelle. The titan’s surprise choked him, and he coughed rapidly to clear his throat, his eyes a little wide, before he caught himself, cleared his airways, and fell silent once more. Dear god, what had Deathbelle done?

"Speech"