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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, 10:11 PM


He blinked in surprise at the news of Poem, his feelings over her mixed. At the time he had… taken her, as his apprentice he had been a different man. Very new to authority and leadership, he had been more bold and reckless. Cruel. Authority and fatherhood had both shaved him down until he was a man more keen on protecting what was his then anything else. He no longer found pleasure in causing strife, and he regretted how things had turned out between himself and Poem. She was a promising young wolf, and he could have done better by her. “I’m glad to hear she’s doing well”

As Theory approached him with wet cotton, he grinned at the young wolf. She proved she knew something about married life with her words, even if she was married herself. Zee would, no doubt, tsk at him over the scar. “I hadn’t even heard that Acere no longer ruled.” he had little respect for the uppity leader that had thrown away his pack's good standing to barter his entire pack for one wolf. That action had never sat right with the Warlord, who prized the wellbeing of his pack over all. “What is he doing while his nephew overthrows the pack he had created? Great. Ruled by a mad king now, is it?” Acere had been bad enough. Now an unstable leader? He had back benched raiding the pack for some time. Had that been a mistake? He held still well the young leader began to clean the cut. Twitching with a wince he managed to halt.

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