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New Beginnings [Sirius]



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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04-08-2020, 01:33 AM (This post was last modified: 04-08-2020, 01:36 AM by Sirius.)


He took a step back, bringing him closer to the Snow Leopard that had come out of hiding behind him. Sirius raised a brow but said nothing. The man barely flinched when threatened, but now he seemed intimidated? Perhaps he didn’t trust the Warlord and thought this all an elaborate trap. Sirius tried not to consider him prey again, even if he did rise up the teenist bit as the man backed away. As through if he turned tail and ran, Sirius would not be capable of stopping himself from pursuing. A part of him hoped the man ran… it had been so long since he had enjoyed such a run.

The wolf stared at the ground, shuffled a paw, and looked a little lost and out of place. He thought of the wolves Zee had brought home. Lost, broken. She liked broken things, liked to help them, fix them, look after them. Sirius had to admit a part of him liked it too, in a possessive sort of way. He would defend what was his, and any strays brought home by his Wife belonged to him. Sirius sighed softly, a sound of defeat, unhappy defeat at that.

“Who hurt you?” Sirius asked softly, a subtle bite entering his tone as Bast moved forward, gently and unthreatening, bringing herself into the circle so she could be with them to start the hunt. Marshal took off into the air with a piercing cry, and took off, scouting ahead for prey.


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