ardent

We'll fight until you forget who you belong to

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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
posts
3,227

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04-09-2020, 01:40 AM

He was about ready to dust his hands of the man and leave him to his fate. Sirius couldn’t save anyone that didn’t want to be saved, and nor could he afford to feel any attachment to a creature that would expose his throat and wait to get ripped apart by any even slightly stressful threat.

The wolf came for him then, lunging, mad, and finally ready to show a shred of self- preservation as he went for Sirius’s muzzle. He caught him so completely unaware that he clamped his fangs right over Sirius’s soft snout before the Warlord realised what happened.

Even as he moved, bracing his weight, and shoving his body to the side, even as he shoved against Dove’s chest, unbalancing the man and crashing him to the ground, the Warlord was laughing. The teeth of the man had pulled free of his muzzle measly, leaving bits of flesh hanging from the bridge of his nose, and his breathing was suddenly loud and the scents of the world muted.

But he was laughing, because Dove hada done it, crazy bastard. He looked down at the wolf, and offered him a friendly shoulder up. “There we go. I knew you had it in you” he said, tipping his head downwards so blood could not run into his eyes.

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