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
03-12-2021, 05:59 PM



He watched passively as she crouched by one of the men that had tormented her. He couldn’t catch the words she whispered to him, but he knew they were private, they were for herself more than the dying man. She was stronger then those that had captured her, she would outlive them, she would find happiness in her life. They would die alone, and in agony.

He brushed lightly against the smaller wolf as she returned to him. Offering her a partial, grim smile. There was more dirty work ahead of them, and the danger was far from over. He felt closer to Acciona then he ever had before, seeing the wolves that had kidnapped her. That had plagued her all her life. She was handling with an inner strength that only made him proud.

“Your bravery does you credit, Acciona” he said softly, before starting them in the direction of the Hot Springs. It would be hard to scent the man out there, with the sulfate that permeated the air throughout the territory. With a flick of his wrist, he sent Bast and Marshal ahead to start the scouting. The bear stayed close by them, a personal guard to his hunter.

"Speech"