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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
48
size
Dire wolf
build
Balanced
posts
3,218

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12-25-2019, 03:02 AM

“Understood” Sirius said, this wasn’t his first rodeo, he knew the drill. He would keep it clean, give it time to heal... somewhat, so long as it didn’t get in his way, and then it would be gone. No doubt Zee would see it shortly, and ensure he did as the healer asked. Until then, he would leave the wrapping on and let it be. As he said, it was good work, and he was pleased with the skill of the healer he had found.

“Do you now.” Sirius mused, it wasn’t a question, and like chess pieces on a board, he moved his plan into place. “You realise, of course, that I will not be allowing you to leave” his voice stayed calm, natural, as though he was talking about the weather, and not claiming a wolf that might not wish to be claimed. As he spoke, Bast had maneuvered herself behind him, cutting off his exit, and Sirius climbed slowly to his feet.

If Bird had forgotten the Tyrants height in the time he had been prone, he would remember it now. Sirius, Warlord of the Ashen Armada, drew himself to his full height, one paw moving forward, and unnatural, feline-like claws digging into the earth before him.
“Bird,” he said. Voice polite, conversational. “This can go one of two ways, this can be easy, and you can find yourself with some level of freedom. Or, we can take the bloodier path.” The Titan Warlord smiled. “I happen to like option two, but really, the choice is yours.”

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