ardent

my head is in my own hell



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
WordySilver Medal 2020Critical Hit!Critical Fail!Trick 2019Promptober 2019
01-15-2021, 04:31 PM



He preferred it this way. He wanted her to see for herself that the nightmares that plagued her, would be there no more. In fact, he would probably encourage her to get in a bite or two of her own once he had knocked them down a few times. It was brave of her to stay, and the Warlord approved of it. She would receive a nod, and a stern half-smile for it, for the Warlords attention was mostly centered on the pathway. Watching where Bast walked as the cat creeped slowly along.

Marshal did a circle in the air above, searching for any wolf lying in wait lor travelling down along the pathway away from them. The Bear had moved closer to the group, and had not stopped until she was beside Acciona. She was very small, for a bear, and yet somehow still bigger then the wolf Sirius had claimed. Placed as she was, she would protect Acciona from any unseen threats and give Sirius freedom to unleash his wrath without worry about anyone snagging Acciona and using her against him. He was as prepared as he could be with what he had.

"Speech"