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Over the Cloudy Sea



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

LegendaryWealthySamhain 2022Statue 1 WorshipThe Ooze ParticipantThe Ooze - Variation 1
WordySilver Medal 2020Critical Hit!Critical Fail!Trick 2019Promptober 2019
05-20-2020, 07:34 PM

The Ashen Warlord went in search of his wayward bird. He knew Marshal had last been seen over Fenrir’s maw, and had not returned to him. He did not know if evil had befallen his friend, but he would not return home until he had found him. Zee could hold the fort for him back home. For now, very soon another would help her in such tasks when he was not there. The Reaper, a position that would very soon be filled. Either by Tamsyn or Malalia, and he knew who was in the lead thus far.

Chasing such thoughts from his mind, he made his way up the mountain. It was no easy thing, and his cat-like claws came in handy more than once. They helped him to keep his grip. He travelled until he found the caves, and in the caves he would find the small tufts of glowing fur. How strange, how very strange. He did not know Auriella well, but she had been this way. If she had seen marshal, she would tell him.

He followed the path she had left behind, suspecting easily that it had been placed on purpose. For him? Surely not, so likely there was another among these walls.

He heard the crackling of flames, and saw the glowing light of the fire, and it led him the last of the way through. Still he had found no sign of his companion, no evidence that he had ever been this way. He emerged, and would find the reddish wolf, chin to his paws. The Warlord frowned, catching a familiar scent. “Excuse me, Valhallian. This might seem a very strange place to be asked - but have you seen a deep blue vulture?”

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