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Io



Sirius

"Warlord"

The Hallows
High Councilor

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age
11 Years
gender
Male
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Dire wolf
build
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LegendaryWealthySamhain 2022Statue 1 WorshipThe Ooze ParticipantThe Ooze - Variation 1
WordySilver Medal 2020Critical Hit!Critical Fail!Trick 2019Promptober 2019
12-28-2019, 03:42 PM
He awoke remembering that it was a dream. This was the first hint of difference, where his waking mind was ot confused, and carried on the actions of his dream. He did not lash out, angry, afraid, and defensive. He still woke in sweat, panting softly, gaze focusing on the world before him as the dream started to fade behind his eyes. "Io?" He asked, voice hoarse and breaking. He shook out his coat, getting to his feet and passing his sister on the way to the well. Drinking the ground water from a container prompt nearby, before turning his attention back to his sister. She was never far from him these days, and never did he doubt her love.

It increased the fierce protectiveness inside of him. Here she was, a wall of such small stature, and so large of heart. She stood by him, no matter what. She gave up the Empress, for him? Maybe. Certainly she promised never to leave his side, and had proven it time and time again. He didnt speak again until he settled down near her, taking in a deep breath, before reaching forward and snagging his tongue the wrong way through her coat before she could retaliate. How else would she know he loved her if he didnt irritate her every once in a while?

Holding back a smile, and still a little short of breath, he looked to his sister. "Somethings changing, I can feel it. I wouldnt have thought... well, all I'm doing is talking about it, and sharing in your comfort. Yet, I did not feel so dangerous waking."