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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)

An icon representing the specialty Bloodletter Bloodletter

age
11 Years
gender
Male
gems
51
size
Dire wolf
build
Balanced
posts
3,227

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04-09-2020, 11:14 PM

Sirius got back to his feet, shaking out his body, and his head, and trying not to second guess the woozy sensation in his brain. As he got his balance, Marshal and Hester distracted the bear. He tasted the smell of blood in the air, wolf and bear both, and knew none of them would be getting out of this scot free.

He gave his body one more shake, and leaped at the bear, even as Hester crippled it. The bear fell as its tendon gave way, and Sirius leaped, claws scraping against its back on his way past, and then he was at its head again. His paws slipped in its blood, and he almost lost his purchase, feline claws digging in even harder for purchase. No time left, the bear’s paw rose and he knew if it knocked him to the earth it would gore him. He drove his fangs in again, the saber tooth hitting flesh, digging through, and his aim was better this time. He felt the softness of brain beneath the point of his long tooth, and the bear shuddered once, and fell still.

Sirius almost collapsed drawing his teeth out and climbing off the bear. His body shook with the adrenaline that had pumped into his veins. When his paws finally hit solid ground, Bast was there, whimpering, shaken, but alive. They leaned on each other, heads close together, and he gave her cheek a lick, before turning to the wolf. “It seems I owe you one.” he said softly.

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