ardent

Mine. Grrr

Zee



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

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09-10-2019, 07:27 PM

Sirius Warlord

Sirius was beat, from spending his day being an emotional (and physical) punching bag to those he loved that had lost Archon, and then scouting the area around their chosen hideaway. Truth was, he was avoiding Zee, just a little, because every time he saw her he felt this overpowering compulsion to sit on her and not let up.

He was so afraid that if he turned his back on her, something in this disaster would end her life. Instead of facing it like a normal person, he lived in denial, and kept away until he felt he was exhausted enough to drain away some of the stronger points of his emotions.

Tired, bruised, and bloody, he dragged his way to her side and collapsed beside her, pulling her towards him just a little. not because he was giving into his compulsion at all, but because… well… that was exactly what he was doing. He let out a soft, protective growl at the same time. A possessive, bastardly noise.


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