ardent

In the storm where the lost souls howl

Resin



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
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04-29-2021, 10:48 PM
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He held still as she came closer, and let his eyes slid closed for a moment as she pressed her forehead against his. He knew it for what it was, an expression of love. A part of him still held out hope for a miracle, for someone to find an answer that would save her. He knew he couldn’t hold his breath, but hope was a hard thing to destroy.

“I will do what I can, you have my promise, Mother.” he said softly, eyes still closed. It was getting harder to hold his composure. He reached a paw through the bars, and rested it upon her broad shoulder. Despite her quiet, Resin had always held a presence. He felt it even now. A reminder of who she was - well she could still be that wolf.


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