ardent

Foolish as a child

Open to any two Ashen's



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
11-04-2019, 04:23 PM


Sirius was a foolish titan, who had come to believe his own stories. Sometimes it paid to take a step back, and remember that you aren’t invulnerable, as much as the world might feel like it had nothing of challenge to toss at him. How the mighty had fallen. It had been a long time since he had had suffered an injury like this. His leg, now lame and incapable of supporting his way, dragged behind him as he hopped on three legs. The pain made him grit his teeth, eyes flinty with determination and anger.

He was alone, not even Bast or Marshal had ventured with him, and he had now no one to call for help. He struggled onwards a few more steps, before giving up the ghost. He collapsed on the grass, breathing hard, blood trickling through his coat. The break was bad, the bone had snapped, and juttered outwards, piercing his skin. Blood bubbled at the wound, leaving the Tyrant light headed and woozy. Perhaps even a touch hallucinatory, as his vision swam and spots appeared at the corners of his eyes.

He was weary at the thought of being plagued by his past demons, he could feel them pressing in from the sides, as unconsciousness forced to take him. He gritted his teeth, determined to hold on. He would rather the pain then the dreams. He groaned as he forced himself back to his paws, every movement agony, and occasionally fresh rivelts of blood would start up again, soaking his skin.

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