ardent

Out for blood

Forced Return



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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10-06-2019, 11:08 PM



The warlord took on a relaxed, quietly prepared stance as Dea spoke and moved into his view. He watched her wearily, but made no move against her as she came with words instead of violence. The steady presence of Zee beside him, reminded him that war wasn’t the only course. Even if it was often his preferred.

He gave her a grim smile, a dark and ominous expression as she spoke. “She has the right of power, and the right you give her by not fighting me.” he pointed out dryly, the jab towards his Empress sparking a warning in his eye. The possessive bastard would live and die by Deathbelles will, and his love for her was a deep friendship that had lasted the entirety of his life. A different love, now, to the one he bore Zee, but it was still there nonetheless.

He could see the grief in her eyes, and it was for this he did not knock her to the dirt for the words she spoke, the disrespect that bordered on hatred for the Empress. If he had not been explicitly bidden to do so, he would release Dea if only because he feared she would be a poison that would one day injure those he loved. He drew his lip back over his fangs, a clear threat. “She will either give you her blessing, or that is a freedom you will have to fight me for.” he warned, making it very clear exactly which quarter the battle for her freedom would come from.

He cared not for having a reason why she should follow Deathbelle. She wanted more then ‘because she said so’ but in truth, that was all Sirius needed. ‘Because she said so’ was exactly why he would drag her home, and no words from her would sway him otherwise. Perhaps it was a good thing he had brought Zee, for more reasons then just to offer her temporary freedom. Zee was the heart, and he was the warrior. He could already feel her rebuke for his threat and harshness towards the mother.


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