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Seer



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

LegendaryWealthySamhain 2022Statue 1 WorshipThe Ooze ParticipantThe Ooze - Variation 1
WordySilver Medal 2020Critical Hit!Critical Fail!Trick 2019Promptober 2019
12-30-2019, 02:35 PM


The trek back towards the Oasis was a long one, but he was well familiar with the path. Taking him past the swamplands, and dipping towards the Gulley. Occasionally he passed the scent of rogues, and sometimes he ignored them, other times he sought them out. His numbers grew with every wolf he ‘welcomed’ into the fold.

It was uncommon for him to catch the scent of pack-wolf, so it was with some surprise that he found it today. The wolf had passed this way just moments before, judging by the fresh layer of their scent. Heading further into the Gulley that he had intended only to pass.

Curiosity, something that had gotten him into trouble multiple times before, would lead him to change direction. The Titan Warlord followed the track until he found the blue-toned wolf. The light grey-blue of his coat was far more powerful than the very subtle blues in Sirius’s own, but the fangs… the fangs were very similar to his own. A fact noted as the young wolf turned towards him. He could almost be a bastard of the Warlord, if the man had been the type to toss his seed about. “Nice fangs” he drawled in soft amusement.

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