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point my eyes in the right direction



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
08-20-2019, 06:36 PM


The little wolf heard his final approach and tried to counteract it. She was too slow to get out from under his pounce, but her little quills fleared, defensive and threatening. “Ooof!” Sirius cried as her sharp little razor claws cut into his nose. He was well aware at this point at the strange parts of her that had grown. He had his suspicions, namely what happened to the pups when a pregnant wolf took those voodoo potions… regardless, the little ones did not seem damaged by it, if anything, they were stronger. He couldn’t wait to see them grown and fighting fit. No doubt they would give him a run for his money.

“Ahhh!” he continued, tiny spots of blood flicking as he shook his head. He then keeled over, falling to one knee, and then the side, careful not to trample her as the beastly giant fell over and rolled onto his back. He kicked once, making a gurgling sound, before tossing his head back on the ground and lay there, still and unbreathing. Very much so dead. She had killed him, with her great and terrible claws.



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