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Predator or Prey



Sirius

"Warlord"

The Hallows
High Councilor

Master Fighter (240)

Master Hunter (275)

An icon representing the specialty Bloodletter Bloodletter

age
11 Years
gender
Male
gems
48
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
01-24-2021, 09:33 PM



It was an early sunset, and the weather had taken a turn for the worst. With a bitter wind sweeping off the ocean, carrying with it the scent of brine. It was true, his coat did seem abnormally insulated and warm this winter. It felt thicker across his shoulders and chest, the fur plush and sturdy. Whatever the reason, it gave him added warmth in the season, and extra protection in a fight.

A factor that was being tested, even now, as the Warlord slowly circled the tiger. Hunger must have driven it crazy, or it saw a lone wolf as an easy prey. Its initial leap had missed him, with Marshal's warning cry granting him the advantage. Now, the two of them were at an impasse, waiting for the other to make the first strike. It wasn’t bad thinking, that a wolf was an easy prey to a tiger. Standing at 47” it topped the giant Dire wolf, and ordinarily, its claws would be sharper and more deadly than that of a wolf.

As they circled, its claw cut marks in the earth, and the incisions were mirrored by the path Sirius left in his wake. A gift, on a strange night, from a strange creature, had left the Warlord with claws like a tiger. One more circle, the creature hissed at him, daring him to make the first move. “Oh, well, if you insist.” the sooner he ended this, the sooner he could go home to his Wife and Children. With a snarl, he dived it, aiming to drive his shoulder into the crook of its neck.


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