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Sirius



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
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06-26-2020, 02:15 PM


The Warlord would always do his best to give him Empress a leg up in any debate. Giving her all the information before she arrived aided her in that regard. When she appeared and greeted them, the Warlord turned to her and dipped his head in respect, a smile lingering on the corner of his lips. He straightened, fitting back into place beside her like he belonged there.

Presenting a unified front to Borias, he towered protectively over his Empress, assuming his natural state as her guard. He let the other man speak. He explained what he did, and once again shared the information of his previous slave’s death.

Sirius remained silent, knowing that his place in this was support to Deathbelle’s wishes. His Empress got right to the heart of matters, asking what he expected in return for his loyalty. What he wanted in his allegiance to the empire. Sirius flicked his tail once against Deathbelle, hiding any traces of his smile, and remaining stoic.

"Speech"