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I am the Reaper and death is my shadow

Armada Meeting, MANDATORY



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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04-14-2020, 04:13 PM (This post was last modified: 04-14-2020, 04:14 PM by Sirius.)

It was time to collect all his chicks and line them up. He had noticed a few absences of late, and wondered how far some of his wolves had travelled. Others seemed to be letting themselves get content and soft. He needed to start whipping his wolves into shape. Deathbelle had mentioned a practice raid, and his wolves were in no condition to win any competitions. That needed to change.

He stood with his Wife at the communal meeting spot. The early morning sun behind him, hidden beneath the hills so that long shadows were cast across the flat area designed just for this purpose.

He had a few things to announce to his wolves. Training schemes to put into place, the position of Reaver to full, iron law to settle upon them. He would have show his wrath to any wolves that did not turn up this day. Placing a paw over Zee’s and offering his Wife a warm smile, the Warlord would toss back his head, and call for the wolves of the Armada to join them.


Round due 4/22/20