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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

LegendaryWealthySamhain 2022Statue 1 WorshipThe Ooze ParticipantThe Ooze - Variation 1
WordySilver Medal 2020Critical Hit!Critical Fail!Trick 2019Promptober 2019
04-08-2020, 03:34 AM

Sirius Warlord

Sirius made a noncommittal grunt in response to the man's word. Not certain what he thought of it. It made sense, if the man was mistreated, to not wish himself in such a situation again. Still, it was hard to let the man go. He wanted to take him, and force protection down his throat. Surely he would blossom once more in the Armada. Once he met Zee, his unusually kind Wife. Or his children, his inquisitive Indigo, and his sweetly playful Asla. Even Bird, and Tamsyn, Acciona and Odette. The lost little lambs he and his wife had inevitably collected, and now protected.

Dove would eventually come to understand… but he looked to the scarred wolf, whose neck twitched in a shudder of horror. Maybe he would, one day, but if Sirius took him it would be a long time before there could be forgiveness, a long time that might last forever.

“Well.” Sirius said softly. “Perhaps if you do take up residence in these woods, you could seek out my pack for asylum, should the past find you.” It might be more then Dove could accept, but it was certainly less then Sirius wanted to offer. He wanted to whisper to the man to join his pack, or at least reside in the territory. He wanted to offer more, do more, some part of him already considering Dove ‘his’ and not liking the idea of leaving him to the dangers of the cold world beyond the Armada. But at least this promise of protection was something, and he could only hope Dove remembered it, remembered to call to him, if he needed aid. The Warlord would welcome the challenge, the chance to rip apart a wolf that threatened what was his. And, if Dove did stick around, perhaps Sirius could eventually convince him to join them.

He let it slide for the moment, giving Dove a chance to think over his words, as he broke apart a little, to cover more ground in search of prey. Marshal, who could cover a wider area with sight, but find nothing with scent, would find something first. He returned them, letting out a soft call, to tell them to follow. Sirius motioned to the smaller wolf, indicating they should follow the lead of the winged creature.

"Speech"