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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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LegendaryWealthySamhain 2022Statue 1 WorshipThe Ooze ParticipantThe Ooze - Variation 1
WordySilver Medal 2020Critical Hit!Critical Fail!Trick 2019Promptober 2019
04-08-2020, 08:05 PM


Sirius let out an angry, gusty breath through his nose as he stared at the perplexing, frustrating wolf in front of him. “I didn’t mean to, but I’ve started to care for you Dove. What kind of Alpha would I be, yours or otherwise, if I left a wolf who’s clearly running from their past, out here alone with no protection? Not even that of their own teeth and claws?” he snarled angrily, his temper, which had never been a stable thing to begin with, bubbling over.

He stalked closer to the dark pelted wolf, eyes blazing with frustration. Dove had deflected him at every turn, refused to be his, and shown himself to be just broken enough to convince Sirius that taking him would not benefit either of them. And yet! And yet, he showed no inclination to defend himself, goddammit!

He pushed the Warlords hands, demanding to know what he would do, and Sirius stalked closer yet, close enough to swipe a giant, oversized cat paw at the smaller wolf. Sirius proceed to do exactly that, showing just how much of his cool he had lost. And there was no Zee around today to reel him back. “I would protect you. Protect you from yourself, by gods, don’t make me prove it Dove! Prove yourself to me so I don’t have to.” he snapped angrily.

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