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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
51
size
Dire wolf
build
Balanced
posts
3,227

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12-19-2019, 03:20 PM
His tongue lolled from his lips, and he surveyed the younger wolf innocently as he ignored her death glare. His good mood vanished pretty quickly after that, and he sighed at Io’s questions. He placed his head on her smaller paw, and looked out into the distance for a moment. He always tried to bury the dreams after they had happened, he relieved them enough in his sleep to dwell upon them awake.

Still, he trusted the healer and he could understand that she believed this would help. He let his eyes trail to the trees beyond, and let himself remember. To his regret. “It took awhile for the Empire to crumble, but once it did, those last few days… they were fast. With the mobs coming in, crying out for food, and the royalty fleeing it's palace. Deathbelle got separated from her siblings, but not from me. We were in the woods, running, when they found us. They cut off out exit, forced us to halt. She stood at my back, and me at hers, and we were greatly outnumbered.

The dream always starts with the fight. The black wolf that tries to get around me to the Princess. Nothing but hate, anger, lust, too. I stepped into the way of his strike, another takes me from behind well i'm distracted. There’s blood in the air, mostly mine. They taunt us, talk about how they will take her to bed and wet their appetites in more ways than one. They are lean, mean, and hungry. I lose myself, and I never remember the rest of it the same way twice, just carnage. I kill most of them, and I always see this fight. Sometimes i'm killing them, sometimes I'm killing those I love. Sometimes I win, sometimes they make me watch. Occasionally, but very rarely, the dream is the aftermath. When Deathbelle thinks im dead, I believe she hears more coming, she doesn't even get the time to check my breath, before she’s forced to leave. Maybe thats a dream and not a memory, but when I wake up, she’s gone, and half my guts are on the ground beside me…”
he trailed off, eyes focusing as through waking from a dream, and he winces at the image of carnage he paints.