ardent

Overlooking the kingdom from my throne



Sirius

"Warlord"

The Hallows
High Councilor

Master Fighter (240)

Master Hunter (275)

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age
11 Years
gender
Male
gems
48
size
Dire wolf
build
Balanced
posts
3,218

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04-21-2020, 03:11 PM

The Warlord listened quietly as she explained her tactics for losing those that wished her harm. She wasn’t terribly clear, but it sounded as though she had taken some measures to ensure they had not followed her. A month clear was something, but Sirius knew if he was in her paws he would be looking over his shoulder for a long time. The only naturalised threat was a dead threat.

He was surprised how easily she told all this to a stranger, especially a rough giant such as himself. He supposed she had never heard of bounty hunters. The thought caused his lips to twitch. No, he would not gift her to the highest bidder. But there were others in the land… he thought of the band Hjarrandi, who had made their fair share of enemies when they opened up a slave market to move their wolven goods.

“So you're a Princess without a Kingdom. Do you plan to sulk around the Hot Springs for a time? The Ashen Empire - of which the Armada is a part of - can always use new bodies. There are ways to rise in an Empire, if you wish to be somebody again.” a light grin appeared behind his words. Was she ambitious, and driven enough to work her way up from nothing? She no longer had an Empire of her be the future ruler of, but that didn’t mean she had to be a skulking rogue for the rest of her life. Ambition was always rewarded in the Armada

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