ardent

Fat with a PH

Hazel & ... a Sea creature :P



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
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05-15-2022, 12:05 AM
The Warlord looked out from his veranda, down at the pack below. From his den he could see the Obelisk, and the market entrance. As well as the two spots where he was planning on building walls. The merry fire down below that was always lit caught his attention. The way the light of it danced on the whites of Halo’s coat, and lost itself in the darker reds of his daughters.

He brushed his paws on the floor and smiled. So that was where his daughter had gotten off to. He needed her to help him build the door to her room, so the space could be to her liking, but he wouldn’t pull her away from Halo if the healer needed her help.

Instead he made his way down the rocky slope to ground level, pausing near the obelisk as Halo’s voice caught his attention. “Of course” he agreed easily. Grabbing a stack from the pile to the side, he fed it to the cheery fire. “Keeping warm, Halo, Hazel? We have spare coats if you need them” he said. For a Warlord, he could be a mother hen.


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