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Meet the neighbors

Sedna



Sirius

"Warlord"

The Hallows
High Councilor

Master Fighter (240)

Master Hunter (275)

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age
11 Years
gender
Male
gems
0
size
Dire wolf
build
Balanced
posts
3,218

LegendaryWealthySamhain 2022Statue 1 WorshipThe Ooze ParticipantThe Ooze - Variation 1
WordySilver Medal 2020Critical Hit!Critical Fail!Trick 2019Promptober 2019
07-26-2020, 12:45 AM


He drew in a breath as through to speak of important matters, and then laughed softly.
“As much as it’s my inclination to say ‘no’ it's far grander, the truth is, it follows many of the same mechanics as the other packs on this land. It has leaders, and cogs in the wheel, hunters, gathers, healers. We boost some of the best fighters in the land, tried and tested, and perhaps one of the largest armies. Certainly, we are the only pack that shares such a close bond with another. My loyalty to the Empress of the Ashen Empire is strong.”
He would admit to this newcomer. Of course, his reputation protected his charge - the Empress, so he was never afraid to show others his ability to fight - and throw them into the dust. But his hubris was partly feigned. A shield, to protect his childhood friend.

“If only your grandmother hailed from such, what brought your mother away?”
he would voice his next curiosity. Certainly, he was no longer a part of the original Empire. That had been the fault of famine, and the wolves tearing themselves apart. It had been his one and only goal at that time, to get Deathbelle to safety. Winning her freedom past those that would taste her blood had almost killed him. Certainly, for the following months, Deathbelle had thought him dead.

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