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All Washed Up



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
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08-07-2021, 11:36 PM (This post was last modified: 08-07-2021, 11:49 PM by Sirius. Edited 1 time in total.)
I can't destroy what isn't there
The Warlord heard the sounds of the waves from the den he shared with Zee. His wife was curled up, asleep in her safe nock when the itch came across Seer’s paws. He stretched quietly, getting to his paws. He smiled at the sight of his sleeping Wife, before turning and slipping out of the den.

He yawned and shook out his coat, before falling into a light trott to stretch out his muscles, and warm his body in the chill air. He hadn’t gone far before Marshal let out a warning cry, his dark shape almost invisible overhead. The Warlord frowned, and turned in the direction of the cry, and let his paws take him.

He found the half drowned wolf lying on his beach, and stopped a short distance away, his lips pulling into a snarl as he assessed the situation. It didn’t take him long to see that the wolf had washed ashore - but what on earth had he been doing out at sea? Another hard look and he realised he recognised this wolf. He was supposed to be a member of Ashen. He was one of the children of Dutch… he tried to reach for the vague memory in his past. Of a wolf he had seen only a few times. What had lead to this wolf lying on his beach. “Child of Dutch, what are you doing in Armada lands?”

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