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this part of my lobotomy



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

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05-26-2020, 06:12 PM

The Warlord held the creature down, and it hissed and bucked and writhed, trying to free itself from him. He held tight, claws digging into its flesh as he fought to keep a hold over it. He wasn’t going to let this cat go until the deed was done. He could have asked any of his companions to take the kill, but the Warlord was intrigued by the beast. Intrigued to know if he would leap for the kill.

He did so, and did a good job of it, keeping clear of its snapping teeth, and ripping out its throat. He held it until it was steady, as did Sirius, holding down until it moved no more. He released his grips slowly, and pulled himself back to his feet, looking down at the kill, and then to Magnus. “A fine coat it would make, to warm an Armada den. Your den, perhaps.” he said with a soft laugh, his words hardly subtle as he held out a paw to touch to the other man’s. An offer of a home, and the spoils, all in one.

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