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A Kill A Day . . . [Sirius]

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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, 09:52 PM

He looked to the strange tawny wolf he found pretty much with paws instead of his nose, and opened his mouth to speak. Knowing Sirius, it had likely been something uncouth that wouldn’t go over well with the stranger. He never got a chance to formulate or utter then, before he heard Bast yelp, sudden and loud in the woods. The sound was almost drowned by Hester's cry of ‘grizzly!’ But he knew the sound of his companion well.

His eyes swivelled to the grizzly, to the snow leopard he had pushed aside in his bid to charge towards the wolves, and a vicious snarl escaped his lips. How dare! never mind the fact that it was charging towards them, he had doubly reason to attack.

Hester began to dart to the side to avoid its path. The Warlord, fool that he was, met its charge head on. Picking up speed in the last moment before it reached him, and diving between its big lumbering feet. He was a big wolf, and he barely fit, the wiggle almost scored him a scrape on his butt, but he was free. He slashed at its hindquarters, even as he saw Bast rise from the corner of his eye. She was alive.

"Speech"