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Sirius

"Warlord"

The Hallows
High Councilor

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age
11 Years
gender
Male
gems
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size
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
05-15-2022, 04:20 PM
Despite his brush with danger, the Warlord was more than a little pleased to hear his sister laugh. It reminded him of different times, and younger versions of themselves. He eased himself fully down from the roof, so he was crouching on the shelf in the space between it and the ceiling.

He’d made some effort in taking it apart, but what he had done so far was slow going. Iolaire however seemed to have other ideas. He hopped down from the bookshelf, landing carefully beside it as it rocked from the impact of his weight.

He trotted out the door, and watched as Iolare found a loose stone. She intended their demolition to start from the ground. He’d trust her and try out her method. He went to the one she had pointed at and began to heave it out. He’d move to any stones that Iolaire indicated.


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