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Sirius, or other high rank



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

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03-12-2021, 01:48 PM

Sirius Fatalis

A familiar cry rang at the border, and the Warlord frowned, listening to it. It poked at him, like a prickle in his paw. Wolves that had left the Armada without his permission, breaking law to do so. Some wolves he had allowed to slip free of him, conditionally, and never favourably. The selfish Warlord never liked to give up what was his.

He did not ignore the call, though he wasn’t speedy in answering it. He let his thoughts walk circles for a moment, would he allow the wolf to return? What would her reasoning be for her absence? In the end, he knew he needed warriors. He had already called her his once before, and his possessive nature would likely snatch her up again. But there had to be a reckoning for her absence.

When he arrived, he peered down his nose as the smaller wolf. She looked travel-worn and starving. How had she let herself come to this? “Speak, wolf.” he said softly, withholding his judgment for a moment.


"Speech"