Misery Business

Sirius · 03-12-2021, 07:52 PM

A call at the border halted his fishing expedition. He looked at the hole he had wrought in the ice, and gave a rueful sigh. It was strange, how Spring had started off colder than Winter. He hadn’t seen Io’s pond freeze before, and was taking advantage of the strange happenstance to learn ice-fishing. Perhaps it was a good thing, his sister wouldn’t have approved of him hunting her creatures.

He shook snow from his plush coat as he got to his paws. Falling into a familiar lope, he made his way towards the border and the sound of the wolf that had cried there. When he approached he found a wolf that was (to him) of short stature, with strange markings of green tears that fell from violent orbs. The man was a little older than the Warlord, and waited patiently at the borders. Was he looking to join?

“Greetings, I’m Sirius, Warlord of the Armada. What brings you to my borders?”

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