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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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Bast obligingly leaned forward and sniffed noses with the small wolf. It didn’t seem like Sirius was going to make a snack out of her any time soon, so she had no worries with making friends. Sirius watched the antics with a mildly amused expression, until Io turned her attention back to him and spoke.

The titan pulled his lips back over his gums, displaying fangs, and the full length of his saber teeth as he gave a light growl. “I would have stolen you from them, you were destined to be mine the possessive Warlord would say as he let his fangs clip closed once more, eyeing her warily. He did try not to scare away new people with the mile-long possessive streak in his heart, but he didn’t like the idea of someone else coming along and swooping up this Vipress. She was exactly perfect for what he had in mind for her, and he was already attached. He liked her spunk, her style. She was his.

“We can travel together, you’ll be safe at my side” he promised her, assuming he hadn’t scared her away with the little glimmer into his inner soul.

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