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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
04-11-2021, 09:51 PM


He wasn’t sure what brought her to the North, or if she had encountered any of the Dires or other strange beasts. The creatures that seemed to be making themselves at home in Boreas since the start of Spring. She was however the first wolf he had encountered in a while, and he wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to gather a little intel.

He wasn’t the only one who sought some answers. He raised a brow as she stepped closer to him. Not the least bit intimidated by the Warlord and his companions. He flicked a paw in silent message, and Bast the snow Leopard broke away from the group and slunk out of sight. He knew she got the message, she would scout and ensure this stranger was truly alone.

Marshal loosened his tight circles above them, and fanned out, keeping an aerial view on things. Sirius had no intention of being ambushed again, so soon after the last time…

“The cold can be refreshing, but this Spring seems to take it too far…” he said with faint amusement. “The name is Sirius Fatalis - Warlord of The Armada. And we are scouting, have you caught hide or hair of any wolves larger than myself?” if he hadn’t seen it for himself, he still wouldn’t believe it.

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