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Álarr

Avalon
Beta

Master Fighter (330)

Master Healer (246)

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age
8 Years
gender
Male
gems
823
size
Dire wolf
build
Balanced
posts
542
player
lunarcat7

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Promptober 2019
01-11-2020, 09:57 PM
Álarr was resting peacefully when he heard the unfamiliar howl ring out through the air. It immediately set his fur standing on end as he jolted awake. He looked quickly to his companions. "Get your armor on. This isn't a house call." He stared at Afi for a moment then nodded. His heart was racing, he felt sick. As he attempted to don his armor he fumbled a few times until he'd finally gotten everything on and secure. He felt light-headed but kept trying to tell himself that he didn't know for sure that the folks who howled were bad. Maybe they just wanted to ask for directions, or maybe they were traveling salesmen. That was probably it.

Even so, he couldn't help the feeling of unease that settled into his stomach as he started heading toward the source of the call. When he did arrive he saw only Valdís facing off against three strange wolves, a few of which were suited up in armor and looked ready for battle.