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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
48
size
Dire wolf
build
Balanced
posts
3,218

LegendaryWealthySamhain 2022Statue 1 WorshipThe Ooze ParticipantThe Ooze - Variation 1
WordySilver Medal 2020Critical Hit!Critical Fail!Trick 2019Promptober 2019
07-24-2021, 11:47 AM
It hasn't been long since he had walked Deathbelle home from that first night. The fire she had kindled in him still shouldering lightly in his gut. Where to go from here? He would need to procure her a handmaiden, and a home suitable for an Empress. It was a tall order, but instead of getting started right away, the Warlord found himself drifting back to Habari. To her.

He yearned for the sense she made of his world, the way the parts of him did not feel so jaggered and out of control. With a simple rosebud tucked behind his air, the Warlord stood a good distance back from that pack. Leaning on his hunches with a sly smile, he lifted back his head and howled for her. No rest for the wicked, no rest for Deathbelle after what she had awakened inside of him. He hoped she had no plans for the day, for he had a full days events layer out for them. The places he would take her.