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Long Time Traveler



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
06-17-2020, 07:07 PM


The Ashen Warlord found no friend in the winter landscapes of the North. The chill that came off the partly-frozen ocean curled about the tips of his ears, the edges of his coat, and numbed the pads of his paws. The Vulture that sought warmth at the base of his skull dug her talons into his coat deep enough to leave marks. Sullen deep-purple wings ruffled as she sought some measure of warmth. The spotted bear that had been following him since the start of winter roamed on ahead. Free and content in her motions as she scoured the frozen wastelands. Only her, and the snow leopard, seemed unaffected by the clutch winter held over them all.

Ears pinned to his skull, the Titan wolf raised his head to call out to the Ursidae, prepared to call her back to him, and turn from this fool's quest. The sound died unspoken upon his tongue, as he found the tiny form of the russet wolf, and the curling spire that reached upwards before them. A strong wind rattled across the ice, tossing up a tiny puff of snow, and bringing his scent towards the stranger.

"Speech"