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Quiet Reflection



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
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05-01-2020, 02:07 AM (This post was last modified: 05-04-2020, 03:06 AM by Sirius.)


Sounded like rather a good deal, especially if Io also thought it would be a holiday. He supposed everyone needed a break from what was familiar day to day in their lives. Despite his internal joking at her struggling with his kids antics, he knew Io wouldn’t take any shit.

As through immediately guessing why he was anxious, she promised him a few sips would relax him without ruining his ability to fight. He trusted her, and took a small swig, almost choking on the fiery flavor that burnt a path down his throat. He managed not to cough.

Not one to partake in such things, he felt the effects almost instantly, the warming in his veins, and the relief as weight fell off his shoulders. He chuckled softly, taking another swig.

His sister mentioned her woes over her mother's healing, and Sirius nodded. “Is she a worse patient then I was?” he joked. He had spent a lot of time in his den after his leg injury. “Tam is great, she’s competing for Reaper, and showing a lot of initiative” forgetting his earlier concerns, he took another swig.

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