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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
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01-10-2022, 10:43 PM
The panic in Sedna’s voice sent the Warlord sprinting. Dropping everything he was holding without a care as he tore across the Armada lands. His heavy-set paws leaving indents in the soft ground in his wake.

He arrived at the border, pulling to a stop, eyes alert and weary as he looked about for Senda. “You!” he barked, turning to the stranger that stood there. If she had done something to his warrior, she would be sorry. He took in a deep breath, trying to work out where she had gone. Her scent was around here, stifled by the smell of a strange soap and sulphur from the hot springs. It was like.. But no.

No.

He turned back to the stranger, eyes startled. “Who are you?”


"Sirius Fatalis"