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Dancing to music only we can hear

Open to Zeerius pup



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
48
size
Dire wolf
build
Balanced
posts
3,218

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09-19-2022, 05:29 PM
The Warlord leaned back and watched his son. Eyes flicking across his movements as Dread stepped in and out of the fighting stance. The Warlord occasionally made a small correction here or there, flicking a paw behind Dread’s knee until it was bent in the way he wanted. Until at last he was satisfied that Dread would be able to find this stance again on his own. So that he could practise it until it felt natural and instinctive to his body.

After a moment, Sirius placed a paw over Dread’s littler one “Enough” he said softly. “Remember the stance, and practice it in your own time. Now, we are moving on to attacks. I want you to consider what you can reach on my body, and what you think would be vulnerable. List them” he instructed.


"Sirius Fatalis"