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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
07-22-2020, 08:39 PM

Like thunder, the wolves roared across the Barren Dunes, towards the pack in which they had decided to unleash their wrath. Entering the pack lands, his eyes found the lake that once had belonged to Ashen. Here, here was the land in which the Warlord had found himself. Decided to become more, do more, stand for more. Here was where he had met his future wife.

He meant no ill to the wolves that had taken this land, but he would enjoy the trials before them. A wild grin touched his fanged maw, as the Warlord slowed his racing steps, the sound of his chosen packmates behind him. Some tried and tested, and for others, this would be their defining moments.

Raising his head to auburn sunrise, the Warlord would cry out his call, to Eligos, to Aerie. The Armada had come. Let the mercenaries come, let their waves break out across the stones of Armada teeth.

"Speech"