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my head is in my own hell



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
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
01-25-2021, 09:46 PM



His target was a brute of a creature that relied on brawn more than brain. He leaped on Bast, and the cat hissed, and dove to the sight. Not fast enough, Enno was definitely a fighter, there was no denying that. Marshal gave a sharp, piercing cry in the sky above. Gliding on the opposite side of Enno to Sirius. A distraction, the heavy-set Warlord was already racing forward, aiming to sink his claws into Enno’s hind leg, and wrench him off balance.

Whether the first attack hit or not, the Warlord carried the momentum of his run. Aiming to bring himself closer to the smaller wolf's face, and hit him - claws out - across the muzzle. He wanted to hurt and daze the other creature. Keep him off kilter.

As Sirius fought, his Bear companion reached over and gently put a paw on Acciona’s shoulder. Offering her silent support and steadiness as she watched the brutal attack between her Alpha and her brother.

"Speech"