ardent

Just a quiet night?



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
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08-12-2020, 04:32 PM

There was a moment's pause as the wolf turned to face him. The Warlord would gain a view of marsh-toned facial colours, and honeycomb eyes. The strangers' hackles rose, then calmed. Showing the willpower the wolf had over his emotions, and how badly he had been startled. The old Warlord hid a smile, tilting elongated fangs upwards as he looked towards the battered remains of the duck. After the feathers and bones, it was not much of a meal.

The scent of storm on the night wind did not worry him. The sturdy barracks was a place any Armada wolf could hole up to wait out the weather, as was the celler, and the well-dug dens throughout the territory. What about a rogue in the willows? The land already held a dampness to it, and the mud had a habit of becoming as treacherous as quicksand with a good enough soaking.

“This space is not mine, I patrol it for the sake of knowledge. The Armada, my home, lies just to the West of here. Why are you in these woods, I have not caught your scent here before”

"Speech"