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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
07-16-2021, 11:38 PM



The Warlord chuckled under his breath as the small pup joined in with a little battle cry of his own. The squeaky pup was still learning his voice. But it was there, determined and alive, and Sirius felt it. Felt the vibrance of his youth. He was the first generation not to know Zee and Azure, not to know their loss. He was something new, a fresh start. Sirius was determined not to make the same mistakes. To bond with these young ones, to teach and mould them and show them the world.

To teach them to be bold.

He shifted his weight to his back paws, and rocketed into the sky with a powerful push. Arc would have to hold on tight to not get thrown as Sirius completed the manoeuvre, and landed back heavily on all four paws. “Have your parents started you training on postures for fighting, little thunder cloud?”

"Speech"