ardent

Early morning

Malalia



Sirius

"Warlord"

The Hallows
High Councilor

Master Fighter (240)

Master Hunter (275)

An icon representing the specialty Bloodletter Bloodletter

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
04-09-2020, 01:53 PM

Sirius made his way quietly into the weeping woods. Marshal sat primly upon his back, wings spread out behind him, shadowing the Warlords fur, and giving the impression almost of what Mort would look like grown. With his vultures wingspan longer than the Warlord was tall he took up a decent chunk of space on either side.

He heard the sounds of Bast scampering through the woods somewhere beside him, but did not catch sight of her cream-toned coat. The early morning light filtered through the tree-tops with easy abundance, and left the Warlord in a pleasant mood.

He scented the northern wind that blew towards him, with a trace of the hot springs and even a tingle of volcanic ash, that still lingered even to this day by the great and terrible volcano. As he watched, Bast leaped from her hiding place, tearing across from him, and snatching at a rabbit that had hidden itself, still and silent in the path of grass just opposite to him. She trotted back over a moment later, her prize hanging limpy from her maw, and a victory-bounce in her steps. He could only shake his head and laugh at the antics of his companion.

"Speech"