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Birthday Beach Bash



Sirius

"Warlord"

The Hallows
High Councilor

Master Fighter (240)

Master Hunter (275)

An icon representing the specialty Bloodletter Bloodletter

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
01-02-2022, 07:25 PM


It was a beautiful evening. The soft, fading light was bright with the last colors of spring. A color of hope and melancholy and their youngest children found their way to adulthood. A day of becoming for some, and goodbye for another. He leaned lightly against his small wife as they did one last check on their preparations. The bonfire blazed brightly at the centerpoint of the show. A stack of wood beside it to ensure it blazed long into the night.

Hidden nearby was a collection of presents that he and his wife both had worked long and hard on completing - with the help of a few of their pack mates. Halo, for the dyes, and Ruga for his blacksmith knowledge. There were blankets strewn about the soft sand, and a pile of food waiting for tasting. All that was missing now was their children, and the pack. The Warlord turned to his Wife, a smile on his maw. ”You ready?” he whispered softly, knowing she must feel a similar mix of emotions that he did. When she answered, placing a paw over his, he smiled gently at her, and tossed back his head. Calling for their children, and for the rest of the pack to join them. They had something to celebrate.


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