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No thrones, but you do get a snazzy den

Skyfire



Sirius

"Warlord"

The Hallows
High Councilor

Master Fighter (240)

Master Hunter (275)

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age
11 Years
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Male
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Dire wolf
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Balanced
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04-21-2020, 03:21 PM (This post was last modified: 04-21-2020, 03:22 PM by Sirius.)

He hid his amusement at her reaction. She was a Princess in the past, and might be something similar again in the future, but for now, she was a Student. And one that he could only imagine had a great deal to learn. The term Princess would become an anderment. Fond or mocking, Skyfire could decide.

“Well, luckily the pack is close to the hot springs.” He pointed out. He would have to get her a companion creature to watch her back well she soaked, but otherwise he would not object to it. His wolves had a measure of freedom, they just had to be smart with how they utilised it.

He led them towards the Armada territory, stepping onto the grassy plains of his main territory, and making their way to the main meeting area of the pack. Here she would be able to see the rules etched into the Obelisk at the center. He would give her a moment to read through them, as he opened up the cellar that stored their supplies. “Are you hungry? You can grab something out of storage if you are” he said, pointing to their preserved meat, stored in the cool underground space. “-And pick out a pelt or two, and we’ll get you settled into a den” he offered. There were some comforts offered to living in the Armada. One of which was the fighting-hungry Warlord always brought back comfortable pelts for his people.

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