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Sirius

"Warlord"

The Hallows
High Councilor

Master Fighter (240)

Master Hunter (275)

An icon representing the specialty Bloodletter Bloodletter

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
12-30-2019, 02:27 PM


The Warlord smirked at her quick disassociation with the ragged, feral lot. A fleeting expression that gave way to seriousness. The Snow Leopard beside him took on a defensive posture, and he knew he could trust his companion to watch his back. Marshal’s lazy glide tightened, until he was circling only the immediate area above them.

The white wolf made a sound, somewhere between a huff and a growl as she set her own defenses. Interesting he thought, surprised and a little pleased that she had decided to stick with him. The skeptical part of him wondered if she was just trying to earn a meal, but the truth was he would give her that if she fought beside him.

The coyotes began to circle the two wolves and the leopard, five in total. Two rushed towards them from the front, one that had circled made a break for their backs. The other two held themselves in reserve. Bast turned her attention to the one coming up behind them. As it rushed her, she braced herself, and knocked its jump-attack to the side with a powerful blow. It cackled at her as it drew itself back to its feet, and the two of them locked into battle. “You take the right, i’ll take the left” he offered the white-coated stranger, as, with a snarl slipping past his elongated fangs, he charged at the coyote heading towards them.

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