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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

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01-05-2023, 12:27 AM
The restless Warlord spent much of his days patrolling. He was making arrangements for training and working up a roster. He hadn’t been home for long, but he intended to kick the Armada into gear as quickly as he could. There was much training to do, after their poor showing against the pirates.

Lost in his thoughts, he didn’t realise at first that he wasn’t alone. His attention directed to outside the pack, instead of within. Bast, melting into the woods on his right, came to attention first. The Warlord glanced at his companion, and then into the Mile-High Woods. Hearing a moment later what she did. He surged forward, and caught the scent of Grimshaw moments before he would have launched himself at the other wolf. He slowed his gait, and matched his step to the other wolf instead. “Grim” He said in greeting.


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