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Long Way Down



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
01-06-2020, 12:05 AM

The tiny wolf had been asleep, lost in the tall flowers and soft soil. she had, for a breath moment, looked at peace, and gentle. The expression didn't last. She woke very quickly from slumber as he loomed over her. He could see the shock and fear in her eyes, and found himself oddly torn. A part of him was pleased at the sight of it. He was larger, he could knock her down, if he so desired, and she knew it. Another thought of Zee, and Io, and the many strays he had brought home that stood about her height. Strays he now promised to protect.

There was something he had told Zee once... that the strong took slaves because they were smaller, and weaker, and it was the job of the strong to protect them. their servitude and loyalty was the trade off for a life of safety. of course, life for slaves in the Empire had not been a safe one. That was his belief, born from his experience in the Empire, but changed. it was what he would build with his pack. Slaves would serve them, but they would be safe. They would receive training, and the chance to better themselves.

She averted her gaze and looked a right-fright as she managed just one word, and seemed to choke on it, trailing off into silence. He waited a moment, to see if she would manage anything else, before he slowly retracted his looming position and took a step back. He was still close to her, but perhaps now she would have a bit of breathing room. “I didn’t mean to startle you” he said dryly. ‘Startle’ he had apparently done more than that.

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