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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
05-26-2020, 03:49 AM

Sirius was out in the night hunting. He had seen the pawprints of the enemy against his borders. The panther had been brave, and foolish, to venture into the Armada. He had forsaken sleep in his effort to find the creature. To kill it, or put a fear in its heart that would not soon fade. One did not cross the Armada borders lightly.

He saw the form of the dark-to-light wolf before he scented him, and for a moment thought he had found his quarry. He approached on silent feet, and then the scent of wolf caught his nostrils. He snorted softly, and turned from his path to the wolf beneath the willows. He lingered on the far outskirts of the man's space, and would have left, if the stranger hadn’t in that very moment opened his eyes and found him.

Sirius paused, one slow blink across blue eyes, and then he spoke. “It seems I've intruded upon your night. I hunt a panther, if you’ve seen any hint of it.” An invitation and a question both. He was always intrigued by the unaligned strangers he met. If they proved worth his time, he would tempt them to join his Armada.

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