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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

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04-23-2021, 10:53 PM



He moved out of the dungeon like a zombie, eyes glazed over, paws dragging beneath him. People didn’t just go from protective Alphas and loving mothers to psycho killers. His head could wrap around it. But he had seen Tammys scars. It wasn’t until he had surfaced from the dungeon that he snarled, and struck a paw against the castle wall just outside the entrance. His paw his hard, and he felt the vibration of the hit through his teeth.

Dammit! but that did nothing to let him vent. He could feel the pent up anger brewing inside of him. He wanted enemies he could fight, demons he could kill he could do nothing against demons in the head. He was supposed to be the Warlord the wolf that could take down any enemy that stood in their way. Tam and Resin needed him, and what could he do?

He snarled again, and heard a noise like a peep. His head shot up and he saw the departing tail of a wolf. What? he paused, wondering if he should follow, and caught the scent. He in a slow, deep breath, his eyes glazing over. “Briar Zee Fatalis, you get back here right this instant!” he roared.


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