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Io



Sirius

"Warlord"

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05-26-2020, 02:51 AM (This post was last modified: 05-26-2020, 02:51 AM by Sirius.)


The day slowly sailed by, inch by inch, as the sun finally began its descent, and shadows began to grow. The Warlord, tired and suffering from the headache the long day of drinking had left him with, would finally finish his duties for the day. Grumpy as a bear woken in hibernation, red-eyed and limp tailed, the man would finally have a moment to check on his sister.

He wasn’t sure if he hoped she fared worse, for starting it, or better, because he loved her. Maybe a little of both. He made his way to hre cottage, a large yawn splitting his muzzle and pushing past elongated fangs as he reached it. Lifting a paw almost lazily, the beast of a man ran it gently down her door, eliciting a faint scratching noise as fur scrapped against the material. “Io, you in there?”


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