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Ashen Empire/Armada



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
posts
3,218

LegendaryWealthySamhain 2022Statue 1 WorshipThe Ooze ParticipantThe Ooze - Variation 1
WordySilver Medal 2020Critical Hit!Critical Fail!Trick 2019Promptober 2019
06-11-2020, 01:24 AM

The Ashen Armada devoured their opponents, losing five matches out of twelve. The Empire had done excellent of course, but Deathbelle’s wolves had come from the palace, and not the barracks. He had expected the win, and was pleased to see his wolves achieve it. The fighting force of the Empire had deserved it. Poor Venom, if she had gone up against any other, he suspected she might have won her match. He had trained her for the longest.

Once Io had finished tended to the wounded on both sides, and the last battle cries had fallen silent, Sirius would unveil the grog he and Io had put aside for this day. He lifted his head in a howl, summoning those from both sides that wished to celebrate the fight today. The learning experiences gained from both sides, and the knowledge that the Armada was finally ready, and crafted, into a force that could defend the Empire. The Empire wolves themselves had tested that this day. Today, the Empire grew a little stronger.

"Speech"