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Following the storm



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
04-22-2021, 09:52 PM


He didn't expect the bird. The white plumes shone like a beacon against the light of sun as she descended down into Armada lands. The message was simple, but efficient. Tamsyn was hurt, and Resin was locked up. He didn’t wait for an explanation on how or why Resin would hurt her beloved mate. He had known that something was going on with Resin, but not what.

He howled to Zee and Asla, leaving the two of them in charge, and shot off like a rocket. He swallowed the distance between their two packs, cursing the fates that led to the decision to move the Hallows further away. The run left him plenty of time to think. Too much so. He played it out in his mind, Resin, attacking Tamsyn. Tammy injured, his mother locked up. His heart felt painfully tight in his chest. By the time he arrived, he didn’t know if his short heavy breaths were from excursion or stress.

He howled at the border, even as he ignored it and blew straight on through. Where were the dungeons? Where was Tamsyn? He howled again as he paws clattered on the entrance of the castle, hoping someone would find him soon and lead the way.

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