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Hana



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
11-29-2020, 05:11 PM


His lip twitched as her smaller frame booped against his chin. Affection from his members had always done its part to melt the Warlord, though he didn’t let it show as avidly as he did with the pups. He could see her curiosity gnawing away at her. That, more than anything, brought a soft grin to his muzzle. He did love to stir his Wraith. But then, it was easy to do.

“No. Likely not.” at least he was honest. He had no intention of telling her that he and Azure were going to brutally rip apart her slavers. They had messed with her mind enough for her to think her time in slavery was a good thing. That she was merchandise to be sold, to make another man happy at the cost of her freedom. Just the thought of it darkened her eyes. No, he would not risk any Stockholm syndrome she might bare her captors. They would die, and she would be free. If it could be done with her being none the wiser for it, all the better.

“But if you succeed, I might give you a tasty morsel of smoked fish.” This time he did laugh. If his Wraith ever left a piece of rotten fish under his pillow, he would probably deserve it.

"Seer"