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Doves and Empress's

Kat



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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11-06-2020, 08:42 PM

He waited a moment at her door, until the Empress’s voice called out to him. Identifying her presence, and welcoming him in. he pushed gently inside, eyes seeking the young, capable woman, and landing on her injury. A growl slipped his lips, his eyes darkening. He had scarcely believed it when Marshal had told him. But it was true, something had dared to injure his Empress.

She was as restless as Sirius, and he knew she was going to be just as frustrated with the consequences that came with such an injury. Sirius had been a prickly beast, and his tongue had lashed many a wolf until Io had knocked some sense into his thick skull. Would Venom fall as easily to such frustrations? He would have to endeavor to entertain her. “Your prison looks comfortable, granted. But yes, a prison all the same. What happened? Who am I killing?”


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