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Dreams of Paradise



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
06-18-2020, 02:28 AM

There was still spirit in her, judging by the start of the growl on her tongue. Almost, almost beaten from her. Much of her was wasted by the abuse she had suffered, but he saw in that moment the chance that she might one day grow above it.

He wondered for a moment what to do from here. He was starting to feel that familiar protectiveness rising up in his heart, and he knew that to turn and leave her now would be difficult. This wolf would not suffer another moment of abuse. He would see to it.

“I see there's still some spirit left to you, good” the Warlord said, perhaps a little more callous then he had intended. The abrupt shift in his emotion catching him unawares. He would not show how badly he wished to take her away, would not show that weakness. “I have a place in my pack for an apprentice healer, if you wish to learn the art.” he stated, “But it would require someone willing to work hard, and learn”

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