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i'm sorry i can't be perfect

sirius



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
06-28-2021, 10:59 PM
The dark coated wolf was about the age of his youngest litter, and the act of finding him here at a cliff’s edge was an echo of the past. Too much of his past haunted him. They were tempests, raging in his mind. Sometimes, the Warlord did not know why he did the things he did. He went with what he desired at the time, and here and now, it seemed right to claim this wolf. Mine. His mind whispered.

The stranger turned to him, taking steps away from the edge, and the Warlord knew he had him. He smiled, something that grew slowly across his muzzle. “Home, of course.” He said, turning from the wolf with a swish of his tail. He had chosen not to take the fall, would his curiosity keep him coming after the Warlord?

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