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Of War and Warriors

Tamsyn



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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04-04-2020, 11:57 PM
His love for teaching was one of those things that had changed the Warlords path. Making this pack a place of schooling, instead of one purely of war. A year ago he never would have suspected he would create a pack that was a school and a sanctuary both. His protective instincts had gone haywire somewhere along the line, and he had claimed many. Once he had decided they were his, there was little he wouldn’t do to ensure their safety.
How strange his world had become, how strange and unexpected.

He nodded in approval as Tamsyn put herself into the stance and out again, practising how it felt. It would take more than a day to lay the groundworks, but she would have the knowledge now to work on it. “Good.” he murmured, taking a step back as he surveyed her carefully. His eyes occasionally flitted to her scars, reminding him of his anger and frustration, and the reason he taught her.

“Let’s get a feel for your instincts, lunge at me, go for soft spots, the joints of my ankle, the soft spots behind my knees. You're smaller than I am, more nimble. Use it.”