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Sedna



Sirius

"Warlord"

The Hallows
High Councilor

Master Fighter (240)

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age
11 Years
gender
Male
gems
51
size
Dire wolf
build
Balanced
posts
3,227

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07-24-2020, 06:27 PM

Marshal, the winged culture that had been with him all his life, would return with a message from Mortis. The small Kea his son used as a winged companion, didn’t have the same stamina as the vulture, and had finished the journey in her stead. He left Zee in charge of the Armada, and made his way towards Auster. Taking the land-locked paths, rather than the islands as his son had. The Warlord was not a fan of swimming.

He reached the castle in short order, looking at the crumbling entrance with a frown. The last time he had been here, he had stood on he had thought was solid ground. Instead, it had been a thin board hidden beneath growth, and snapped under his immense weight. He had been carried home on a sled, and spent the next few months healing from a broken leg.

Shaking aside the memories, he leaned forward through the gaping doorway between the stones. He let out a soft ‘chuff’ calling out for the occupants. The message had told the Warlord that his son had stayed here the night with ‘new friends’


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