ardent

Overlooking the kingdom from my throne



Sirius

"Warlord"

The Hallows
High Councilor

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age
11 Years
gender
Male
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48
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Dire wolf
build
Balanced
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LegendaryWealthySamhain 2022Statue 1 WorshipThe Ooze ParticipantThe Ooze - Variation 1
WordySilver Medal 2020Critical Hit!Critical Fail!Trick 2019Promptober 2019
04-21-2020, 03:43 PM

The Princess stomped her foot, and announced that she wanted her name back. Well, if she was that ambitious maybe she would be a Queen one day, but in their Empire instead of her old Kingdom. It would take a long time, and she would have a lot to work up to - and perhaps that working might make or break her. Only time would see if she would be worthy of the time it would take to train her.

He lowered himself to her shorter height, and pressed his muzzle against her forehead, if she allowed the gesture. “Excellent, I’m glad to hear it.” he said, approval in his dark tones. He straightened again, looking about the steamy environment, and the lush bushes. “Welcome to the Armada, Princess. Shall we show you the ropes then?” if was a gently put order, for one who perhaps would still be learning how to take them. His grin was both teasing and friendly, as he turned, and began to head towards the Armada, expecting his new recruit to follow. He buzzed with interest, though he did not show it. He always looked for the ambitious, and would put in the work to help her rise. Only time… only time would tell if she had the actions to put with her bravado words.

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