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Sirius

"Warlord"

The Hallows
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age
11 Years
gender
Male
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51
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Dire wolf
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Balanced
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12-08-2022, 04:56 PM (This post was last modified: 12-08-2022, 07:32 PM by Sirius. Edited 2 times in total.)
The pent up Warlord needed a distraction, and he needed it badly. He could feel it roiling inside of him. The helpless frustration and hurt left in the wake of his wife's death. Not anger. He steered very, very carefully away from rage. And wouldn't describe the white-hot emotions in his gut that way. Not with the promise he had made her so close to his thoughts.

He left Art and Briar to look after the kids for the day, and made his way to the battlefield. Knowing he needed to find a healthy release before it boiled over. He was breathing hard by the time he made it to the barren field, but it wasn't his punishing pace that left him short of breath.

He squared off his stance, looking out across the midday sky before tipping back his head. Letting loose a summoning call as the grieving wolf sought a spar partner.


"Sirius Fatalis"