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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
07-20-2021, 10:35 AM
The Warlord lay beside his Empress, amongst the wreckage of their picnic. Feeling sated and sleepy in a way he had not for a long, long time. He leaned close to her, across the curve of her neck in a quest to find her lips. Once he had done so he kissed her slow and gentle holding her close for a long moment.

The two of them were still wet from the spa, and he could feel Deathbelle shivering against him. He got to his paws and began to salvage what he could of their food. Finding the bottle of mead that had tumbled away from them in their excitement.

A part of him still wondered at what he had done, but he could not bring himself to regret. Perhaps, perhaps this would not cause his little Phoenix pain. Perhaps this would help to heal her as well. “Shall we finish our picnic and spa?” he asked, amusement in his rich tones. They would also need to find somewhere better to get warm.

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