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Drunken Therapy



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
08-19-2021, 03:15 PM


In his long years, he thought he had experienced most of what life had to offer him. He certainly hadn’t expected to be woken sometime in the night to a polite throat clearing. Shuffling out of his den so he would not wak Zee, he had looked expectantly at the Raven.

The creature had then plunged into a very politely voiced message. The Warlord nodded along with the bird. “uh-huh, uh-huh. Wait, what was that last bit, she really called me a *********? Alright, impressive” He said blandly.

"There was more, sir, but... I think you get the picture"

“I…. well. I suppose I could eat you, or go apologize.” he paused to let those words sink in for a moment, and then “I have been selfishly caught up in my own world, its long past time I see if I can mitigate some of the damage, let her know i’ll be there as fast as four feet fly, won't you?” He said, before taking off in a steady lope in the direction of the Hallows.

"Speech"