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Sirius

"Warlord"

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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
08-19-2021, 04:45 PM
The Warlord raised a brow at Zee’s pointed words. The mention of a wolf who had known poisons, and a look his way. He knew who her thoughts were on, and if he had ever had even an inkling that she was alive… He shook his head at her, his expression dropping, sadness filling his eyes. She would always see it as a betrayal, not knowing the pain and loss he had felt in her death.

won't you be leaving Iris' intended mistress to be left empty handed by regifting her to me? To lie or not to lie? Zee would never let it go, would she even accept a handmaiden if she thought for a moment that she had been intended for Deathbelle? He didn’t want to lie to Zee. he wanted to lay his heart bare to her, but he had already stepped into this muddy waters. She was already hurting, mentally, physically, and probably other ways. He only wanted what was best for her.

He never wanted to lie to Zee, had he ever done so before? He did not think so. He had always been honest with her. “Iris.” he said softly “was left abandoned by her previous owners, when I had gone searching for warriors to fill out depleting ranks. She was badly injured, and I did not want to simply toss her into the roll of slave. I wanted her to thrive. That is why she has not been recovering in the den of her 'Master' but housed alone. Your returning has answered the question on who close to me, that I trust, I can give her to that will help her find happiness in this pack. If you will not accept her, what will be done with her, Zee?’ he said, annoyance flittering into his tone, before he cast a glance over to Iris. Apology in his eyes that she was hearing such a cold recount of her past and future.

"Sirius Fatalis"