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Sirius



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

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The Warlord offered a wry smile at the man's words. It did seem like a bad hand of fate that the one place he had wished to go would currently be one of the hardest to visit in all of Boreas. He remained silent at the mention of Abaven - he did not know enough of its past leaders to comment. He knew that Shaye had been its leader, and that she had died well he had been tutoring her daughter, Poem. After that, Theory had taken up the mantle.

The two wolves paused at the Rio Grande, Valor to consider his offer, and Sirius to give the older wolf a chance to mull it over. “It’s a fair stipulation, and one that I can agree to. As I said, I do plan to raid him at some point. The exact timing will be decided by myself and my inner council - But it will be within a year, and therefore well within your timeline” old or no, he was sure Valor had years yet to offer his abilities to the Armada. “Do you still wish to cross the Rio Grande today?” He asked softly. He was yet to move from where he had stopped, the chill wind brushing through his coat, and the sound of running water thrummed in the silence.

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