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Sirius Fatalis

Warlord of the Ashen Armada



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

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07-02-2020, 03:25 PM


The line to the front of the que was tedious, and long. They held their tickets close to them, and Sirius counted his once, and then twice, considering long and hard what he intended to do. He was very leery at the idea of drinking a tonic that would change him on a biological level. He was leaning against it, when the first contestant handed of their raffles, and recieved it. He watched in morbid curiosity, expecting them to die.

He shuffled on his feet, impatient to move forward, and impatient to see what would happen to the wolf. He saw no immediate proof of alteration, but another wolf requested the potion, and then another. He began to see the benefit of going for it.. In the hopes he got something that would make him stronger in battle. “I really hoped we would see pink bunny tails” he muttered quietly to Zee, as they slowly but surely made their way forward. Would Zee go for the potion? He tried to imagine her with anything fur-changing, and snorted, knowing she would go on a bloody rampage and he would be forced to join her if that happened.


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