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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
51
size
Dire wolf
build
Balanced
posts
3,227

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01-02-2020, 02:18 AM
It was a cool morning, a rarity for a spot almost in the desert. The dark-shaded warlord appreciated the light wind that brushed the air and brought with it an added layer of cool. It was perfect for what he had in mind, not sunny, but no hint of rain, either.

The Warlord arrived a little before midday, arriving at the sandy beach of the Oasis, and checking over his chosen area for lumps and holes. Once he deemed it a flat, easy surface for a beginner fighter, he used a paw to draw lines in the sand, to mark the arena it would become. He took a seat, and waited for the arrival of his newest project.

“Bird” he said in greeting, giving the smaller man a moment to examine the arena, the flat sand, and the large space for the two men to train within. The water wasn’t far away, but with enough distance that neither were likely to end up in it by accident.
“Alright, come forth” Sirius said, taking a few steps backwards himself - into the arena. “Do you know the basic defenses?”