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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

LegendaryWealthySamhain 2022Statue 1 WorshipThe Ooze ParticipantThe Ooze - Variation 1
WordySilver Medal 2020Critical Hit!Critical Fail!Trick 2019Promptober 2019
11-03-2019, 02:28 PM
His anger was a slow thrum inside of him, and his patient, outward appearance essential for keeping his calm. A part of him didnt want to hear confirmation for the name he had given Io. Well he wanted the bastard to be dead, he didnt want to owe Acere anything. Besides, he wanted to taste the mans life blood himself.

Io leaned against him as she admitted this was not the same beast, and that her father was in a far away land. Like distance made a difference. She kept calling him by title, bu nature, and a rumble started in the Warlords chest. "His [i] name.[\i]" he snapped, when it seemed the woman wouldnt volunteer it on her own. In those two words she might get a taste of the emotion he was feeling.

It might have been in her past, but it was clear it haunted her still. These were her demons, and likely something that still gave her nightmares. Was it why she was awake now, in the deep of the night?

He grumbled well she rested a cheek against him, one of his giant paws moved to cup against her gently, protectively. "You are not alone. We are your family now. We will be all of your family, because your father wont be long for this world."