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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
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3,227

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04-08-2020, 02:39 AM (This post was last modified: 04-08-2020, 02:45 AM by Sirius.)


The snow leopard, who stood 6” shorter than Dove, would come closer yet. Better at showing physical comfort then the Warlord - at least outside of his immediate family. It was clear Dove was experiencing something, shifting his paws, pain flashing in his eyes. Sirius had reminded him of something he perhaps would rather forget. Bast was there after a moment, slinking up to him, and rubbing her thick coat against his side, tail flicking gently against his legs, and blue eyes gazing up at the black coated, wounded wolf. It was clear she did it to offer comfort, and there was gentleness in her eyes that Sirius could never achieve.

“Hmm.” Sirius said, letting it drop for a moment as he took up the pace, moving to walk beside the other wolf. His nose also began to scent the earth, and Bast moved further away, looking for trails further afield. As the two wolves sought something to kill, silence would find them, as neither spoke. Sirius let that silence hang for a time, and when he spoke, his voice was quiet, but heavy, and fierce. “If you were mine, no one would ever hurt you. Any who sought to find you would die at my borders.” There was a possessive, protectiveness in his tone. The defensiveness of an Alpha who would fight always for what was his.

"Speech"