ardent

oh baby, that was quite a punch; could somebody check my pulse?



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
07-01-2020, 04:48 PM


The Warlord was out of the territory when the panicked call came from his son. He ran as he had never run before. Heavy steps booming earth, swallowing the distance between himself and his child. He appeared after Io and Resin had, and his eyes glanced over the injured warrior and his son. He paused only long enough to see that Io had everything on hand, and to leave her his bear, to stand guard over them or be an extra pair of hands if needed. He was grateful for the quick arrival of his sister, and knew Io would keep everyone breathing.

He brushed shoulder to Indigo on his way past, glancing at his son steadily, offering his own brand of comfort, and then he was off. Racing after the wake of Resin, and in turn, the bear. Marshal was already gliding ahead of him, faster than his wolven paws could manage. Scouting the direction of Resin and the bear, so he might be led towards the both of them. For what the bear had done today, it would die. He did not readily forget the image of Resin, bleeding and injured after the last bear she had fought. Sirius would spare her this fight if he could, but he knew he needed her.


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