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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
51
size
Dire wolf
build
Balanced
posts
3,227

LegendaryWealthySamhain 2022Statue 1 WorshipThe Ooze ParticipantThe Ooze - Variation 1
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05-01-2022, 01:58 PM

The Warlord let his call fade into the quiet, and waited for a wolf to appear. He didn’t shift or pace, or change his weight. The old warrior was too well trained for that. The impatience instead could be found in the way his eyes trailed the sky.

When a wolf approached, they were a deeper blue than the ocean, and his eyes were rubies. His scent told the Warlord of his origins - Elysium. A pack where he respected its leaders. The stranger surprised him however when he stopped and instead of setting his pose, let his eyes trail to a spot in the distance.

The Warlord relaxed his stance, leaning forward and sampling the wind. Searching for what the other wolf had found, and finding the scent there. “No, not a scent I recognise, Ricin of Elysium” he said softly, glancing at the stranger for a short moment, before deciding an Elysium wolf at his back could be trusted. He moved forward, searching the earth until he found the curled up form of the silver wolf.