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
3,227

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04-29-2021, 11:10 PM


He felt the gentle kiss up on his nose, and fought the burning in his eyes. He would not cheapen this moment with tears. He would hold onto the stoic visage that Resin boosted, and reflect it in his own. “I did not want to let her go in the first place.” He said in all honesty, but if her own dying mother wished her to stay, Sirius would find a way to convince her if she ever did return and then try to leave again. Oh, how he wished Io was there. Would she not get the chance to say goodbye to her mother?

“Art will be a fantastic warrior, and I will help him along his path.” he promised softly. “Rudyard and Gwyen, too.”

He knew her fears, he understood them. He would feel the same. “I won't let you, Resin. No matter what happens, I won't let you hurt another wolf you love. I promise it on my life.”

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