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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

LegendaryWealthySamhain 2022Statue 1 WorshipThe Ooze ParticipantThe Ooze - Variation 1
WordySilver Medal 2020Critical Hit!Critical Fail!Trick 2019Promptober 2019
03-26-2021, 02:19 PM



The Warlord chuckled, thinking that Naiche in particular would be disappointed to avoid a fight. Not that he was hot headed per say, just overzealous in training and bettering himself and the packs warriors. He fell into an easy lope, keeping his stride to one the older and shorter would have no trouble matching.

“Our closest allies are Ashen, next door, the Hallows in Auster. We are friendly with Habari and Abaven. Aerie has no liking for us, and Fireside is full of drunken fools” he curled his nose as he considered the drunk that had found his way to the packs borders to release his bladder. Knocking that wolf out of the pack had been an unpleasant business all round.

There is the pack in the North that you now know about. Their leader, other than being a tyrant, is very new. But consider them our enemies. We are uneasy with Valhalla, who treated my diplomat with disrespect and disdain in a trying time for us.”
the leader of Valhalla was drunk on her own reflection. He would not forgive her for demanding he had sent Mortis when his boy was suffering from the loss of his best friend.

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