Dreams of Paradise

Sirius · 06-18-2020, 02:01 AM

He nodded his head to Borias, surprised by the unexpected support he was finding in that corner. He looked at the man, really looked at him. So far, the injured wolf had taken up most of his attention, but he committed the man's face to memory. He would remember that this wolf had stood in dismay at this wolf's treatment. If he ever found himself near the Armada territory, the Warlord was likely to offer him a bite to eat.

He hid a smile at the slave-girls' words, though he disapproved of her name, and wondered if he might talk her into picking one of her own choosing, come the future. “I am Sirius Fatalis, Warlord of the Ashen Armada” he would give his full title at her request.

She accepted his offer, and he nodded his head, pressing a paw gently against one of her own/ “Then welcome to the Ashen Armada” he said softly. Knowing, deep in his heart, that if he ever met her previous masters, he would tear them asunder.

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