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Io



Sirius

"Warlord"

The Hallows
High Councilor

Master Fighter (240)

Master Hunter (275)

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age
11 Years
gender
Male
gems
38
size
Dire wolf
build
Balanced
posts
3,216

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12-19-2019, 02:42 PM
He surveyed his sister in silence, chest still heaving from the war that had raged in his sleep, and he could feel a headache beginning to form. That last one was likely a result of the stone that had woken him from his slumber with a sound crack to the head. Instead of accusations, Io nodded her head to him, and told him today was the day. He raised a brow at that, he didn’t think he would be an easy fix.

He slipped out of the den and made his way closer to the petite wolf, giving her a fond lick on the forehead as he walked past her to the fire place. He made certain to lick against the grain, just because she was his sister, and it was gentle revenge for the rock.

When Io settled down and indicated for him to join her, he did so. He had no idea what she had in mind for him, but his trusted his sweet sister. His larger body hit the grass of the Tall Grass Plains softly and he rolled his shoulders into her side so that there was little distance between them. “Alright, now what?” the Titan asked.