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sirius



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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10-09-2020, 10:47 PM


The Warlord had been well distracted by the coming of his babies. Spending every moment he could with them and his wife. Soaking in the image of Zee curled about their babies, as though he could sear it into his brain. This. This was what he lived for, why he created a pack and trained warriors. Making a home for those he considered his and loved. For them, for his babies.

It was with a heavy sigh, that he untangled himself from the little ones at the sound of a howl, calling for a sparring partner. He desired spending more time with Magnus, the old wolf was a friend of his, and had been taking on a lot of duties well Sirius spent time with his very young children. He owed the man a spar, and he was searching for a partner.

Kissing each tiny forehead once, the Warlord parted from the den and made his way to the training ring. He had been cooped up a lot the last few days, and knew the exercise would be good for him. He cracked his neck, and stretched his paws as he walked, loosening his muscles as much as he could.

“Magnus” he said in way of greeting as he stepped into the ring.


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