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Dreams of Paradise



Sirius

"Warlord"

The Hallows
High Councilor

Master Fighter (240)

Master Hunter (275)

An icon representing the specialty Bloodletter Bloodletter

age
11 Years
gender
Male
gems
51
size
Dire wolf
build
Balanced
posts
3,227

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06-17-2020, 11:59 PM

The winter's chill was a strong taint across the land still. But, after his recent voyage North, it seemed a much milder cold in these Southern lands near his home. There was still evidence of grass beneath the light drifts of snow, and the river ran freely, unblocked by ice, if still unpleasantly cold to the touch.

He was returning to the Armada, and passing through the familiar territory of the Orchard, when he heard the sounds of voice. A male, easier to hear. A female, a soft, unsteady whisper.

He wandered into view, and found the abused woman. Ears, gone from her body, posture limp and afraid. She could not even meet the eyes of the wolf she spoke to. The Warlord cleared his throat, taking in the situation, eyes drifting from the timid female, to the tawny male. “Ma’am, is this wolf bothering you?” undecided still if he intended to interfere, the Titan warrior let the question drift between them.

"Speech"