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Seer



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

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12-30-2019, 03:03 PM


“Indeed.” Sirius agreed, eyes gliding down the legs of the marginally smaller beast, to find the feline-like claws in replacement of wolf ones. A matching set to Sirius’s own. Huh. the Warlord thought in surprise. If they hadn’t been an enchantment won on the strange night of the Firefly festival, he would have really started to question if he had had any drunken and forgotten encounters. An event that could have lead to a child, this child.

Admittedly, the desire to claim the boy then and there, and train him under the Armada regiment was powerful, but he remembered the scent of pack. If he took this boy, others would come looking for him. As much as he smiled at the thought of that mess, he knew Zee and Io would not forgive him. They were the voice of reason in his thick skull.

“What brings you to the Gulley?” he asked, voice casual, as he continued to squash the desire to claim the boy. He looked like a fighter, like a wolf he could shape into a fearsome creature. But alas, the budding beginning of the Armada was not the time to start a war.

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