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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
07-22-2021, 07:20 PM


He nodded his head once at her words. They were hers, and held a part of her heart. He had rescued them as a gift for her. Once he had promised her the world, now he simply struggled and shoved through it to give her a tiny piece of happiness.

When her companions were settled, she leaned down and offered him the support of her shoulder. He leaned against her and climbed back to his paws again. He felt bruised and battered, and he could still smell the fading scent of his burnt flesh. The second time he had gained burning wounds because of Zee.

“Yes.” he said shortly at her question. He had no other choice on the matter. At least he had had the wherewithal to grab some supplies before lighting the cellar on fire. Panting softly, he began to move away from the compound, Zee beside him. He had been to the North a few times, but he found himself disorientated with the snow and the smoke. “Where's Azure’s damn bat?” He grumbled


"Zee" & "Sirius"