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

LegendaryWealthySamhain 2022Statue 1 WorshipThe Ooze ParticipantThe Ooze - Variation 1
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10-06-2019, 11:34 PM



He looked at her with contempt, this woman who had turned down her chance to fight for her freedom, and now raved and ranted about the injustice of the world. He had no respect for a wolf who wanted something, but would not take the path to get there, because it was a little hard, and there might be blood.

“Sounds like the only thing that rules you is fear. You say you would challenge Deathbelle for your freedom - but only because you know that I am her champion, and I was bred for war. You fear me, there is no honour in your choice, so don’t wrap it up and sugar coat it. If you challenge her for your freedom, know that I will be there to take her place. You might think you have a choice, but the weak never chose.”

He was itching to fight her, this wolf who lashed out with words, and backed none of it with fire. She had so much anger inside of her - and well he could almost relate, if Zee had picked another - or - a fate he could scarcely dear even think - die, he knew he would be unrecognisable in his hate and vengeance.

“Besides.” Sirius said, expression turning suddenly peaceful, an almost smile on his lips. Anyone who knew him would know it for the calm before the storm. “If you touched the Empress, I would have no choice but to end you” he said, absolute truth in his words. She might think Deathbelle was the easier course, for she was raised in a palace, and he in a barracks, but she would learn quickly that course would lead only to pain and bloodshed. Hers. on both accounts.

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