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Sirius



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
posts
3,227

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10-03-2021, 01:38 AM


The Warlord grimaced unhappily at the reminder. “Or the pirates griefing us” He added in, just to cement their current list of woes. At her next words, he growled softly. “Just let the bastard… basterds? Try. I’ll, erm… snap them into… many?” how did one best a horde of fireflies in a cloak anyway? “As if our lives weren’t strange enough…” he said, shaking his head at some of the wonders of the world. He was quite certain that… event was why one of his sons had wings, and the other the paws of a bear.

Zee grasped her horns protectively, and Sirius supported her slight weight easily. “i’m going to do a sweep of the borders, look for anything else admiss, did you want to come?” he asked her.


"Zee" & "Sirius"