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Sirius



Sirius

"Warlord"

The Hallows
High Councilor

Master Fighter (240)

Master Hunter (275)

An icon representing the specialty Bloodletter Bloodletter

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, 11:14 PM



If he didn’t already know it was Arc, he might have thought it was some strange mud-gremlin squirming towards him, as the pup hooked his claws into the Warlords coat. Lucky for Sirius his coat was too thick for the tiny pup's claws to fully penetrate. He was entirely too apt at climbing shaggy mountains, and the Warlord wondered how many little puncture wounds his parents were left with.

When the pup was securely on his back Sirius clambered to his feet. Making the motion extra clumsy so that Arc would have to hang on if he wanted to stay on. When he was steadily on his paws, and the ground was suddenly a long way down for the little wolf, he shook his coat. “Holding on tight?” he said to the little gremlin chewing on his ear. It was the only warning Arc would get, before he suddenly shot forward like a torpedo, rocketing over the grassy plains.

As he raced, he lifted his head and let out a mighty warcry.

"Speech"