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Sedna



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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07-25-2020, 11:19 PM


The Warlord laughed softly, easily, at her words. So, that was the name of her niece, wasn’t it? She was the one to pry if he ever wanted Sedna’s backstory. Not that he would try anything so underhanded, but the idea was amusing. He took a step forward, moving closer into the shadows where she lay. Leaving behind the warm sunlight, and fresh morning for the dusty Castle.

Here, he would catch an interesting scent, though he said nothing on it. He had lived enough years to know the taste of a wolf on heat. Brushing past this acknowledgment, he gazed about the crumbling hallways, wondering where his son had gotten to. He wasn’t worried, as he said - Mort could handle himself. He had been born a fighter, with unnatural teeth, cat like claws, and the unusual blessing of wings. Even if he had too much softness in his heart.

“Indeed we do, we rest upon the shores of the Sea’s plain, alongside the Ashen Empire, our partner pack, which takes residence on the island chain closest to our territory.”
he didn’t get into the nitty-gritty parts of politics. Deathbelle, Empress of the Ashen Empire, was a wolf he would always fight for.

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