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runnin' late with half your makeup on

seer (sir)



Sirius

"Warlord"

The Hallows
High Councilor

Master Fighter (240)

Master Hunter (275)

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age
11 Years
gender
Male
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0
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Dire wolf
build
Balanced
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LegendaryWealthySamhain 2022Statue 1 WorshipThe Ooze ParticipantThe Ooze - Variation 1
WordySilver Medal 2020Critical Hit!Critical Fail!Trick 2019Promptober 2019
03-06-2022, 09:28 PM
The Warlord flashed her an approving grin. “Exactly.” He agreed, giving her space as she backed up a little more. Giving herself room to move before she issued her challenge. Another move he agreed with. She was spunky and a quick learner with much to prove herself. But she also had a lot to learn, and there was caution in the Warlord's ready stance as he watched her issue her challenge.

As they had both assumed, the Jaguar met her challenge. Leaping from the tree in a feline snarl. It landed near Hazel on graceful paws, but the Armada wolf was already moving. She leapt at the jaguar, going for its neck. As it tried to twist itself, and aimed to run its claws down her back, the Warlord let loose a heavy growl of his own. A warning and a distraction, and the jaguar was young itself. It startled at the noise, giving Hazel her opening.

"Sirius Fatalis"