hammered steel & sharpened bone

The Warlord raised his head at the sound of a call at his border. The early afternoon came with a faint breeze off the ocean. Rustling through the coat of the tall Armada leader. Mort’s Kea had been pestering him for the past hour or so, her long, mischievous beak cracked open as she sank to the Warlord. He had tried a few times to swipe at the blasted creature, but she swooped easily from his reach. Shaking his head, and turning from her. Truth was, he was glad for a distraction. The scent of salt in his nostrils, he turned from his perch in the sandy territory, and hopped up the bank to the grassy plains. From here it was only a light trott to take him to the border

He found the wolf waiting patiently there, with monochrome tones that weren’t too different from Sirius. However, the slashes across his eyes were scars, unlike Seer's own. Stopping on his side of the border, he turned his eyes to the stranger. “I am Sirius Fatalis, the Warlord here. What brings you to my borders?”

"Sirius Fatalis"