ardent

The long road

Death



Sirius

"Warlord"

The Hallows
High Councilor

Master Fighter (240)

Master Hunter (275)

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age
11 Years
gender
Male
gems
48
size
Dire wolf
build
Balanced
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08-14-2020, 08:37 PM
Magnus. His, but… maybe not so his anymore. As possessive as he was, he would not keep the warrior from Deathbelle if she decided she wanted him among her ranks. Among her ranks and perhaps… even more? He had no right to jealousy. Not one single, tiny right. “I hear he’s doing well now” he commented blandly.

He took the offered cup, leaning against his own pillows, and looking across at the gently white-splattered wolf. At Death’s words, a bit of tea would find its way down the wrong pipe. He coughed softly, clearing it, and glanced back up at her. “So like us, and yet so different. Azure has a great many ambitions I never had at his age.” ambition had been beaten from him. Not from Deathbelle, who would have sheltered him if she could. She had always been his greatest support, in a world where he had meant nothing. Now. Now he would defend her until the world's end.