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Sirius



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
posts
3,227

LegendaryWealthySamhain 2022Statue 1 WorshipThe Ooze ParticipantThe Ooze - Variation 1
WordySilver Medal 2020Critical Hit!Critical Fail!Trick 2019Promptober 2019
08-21-2019, 07:42 PM


The cub looked up at her, and seemed to smile, but withdrew a little, leaving the girl some space. The Snow Leopard did after all strive to be well behaved, and listen to the teachings of her strange and new adopted family.

Sirius on the other hand, looked to Zee with a smile crinkling the corners of his eyes. “Wife. he agreed easily, although there was seriousness in his eyes, and he did not laugh. She knew what she was getting into, picking him, agreeing to be something more with him. He was a possessive bastard, and stubborn to boot. He wasn’t going to give ground easily.

The sky, which had seemed relatively clear moments before, suddenly filled with darkness. The clouds that had rolled in unbeknownst to the titan only darkened, and he could tell they were heavy with rain. There was the taste of electricity in the air, even if the sudden change was almost bewildering. However, he had passed through places that experienced sudden changes in weather, so he did not look too heavily into an explanation.

The cub allowed Zee to pick her up without protest, and Sirius gave a soft whistle, encouraging his vulture to come in out of the weather. He had a feeling the wind was about to pick up, and there was no point endangering his battle hardened soldier.

Feeling Zee’s growing anxiety, and with a heavy bird on his back, Sirius would push past the sheep skin doorway. After entering, he secured the sides of his makeshift door, not trusting they would sit tightly in the wind without assistance. He knew how much storms bothered Zee, and he had worked hard to ensure he could windproof the den in a heartbeat.

“Are you requesting one?” he asked of her, Marshall hopping from his back, flaring his wings as he flew to a perch that hung in the corner of the room for him. Already he could hear the howling outside, and the first pitter-patter of rain, which he had strong suspicions would grow heavily by the minute.

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