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Sirius



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

LegendaryWealthySamhain 2022Statue 1 WorshipThe Ooze ParticipantThe Ooze - Variation 1
WordySilver Medal 2020Critical Hit!Critical Fail!Trick 2019Promptober 2019
01-07-2023, 10:43 PM


It would never be the same as the constant presence he had once taken for granted. She had been willing to spend her life in the Armada once, but Roan’s presence and death had changed that. It didn’t seem she would be changing her mind any time soon. He took the hurt and shoved it down. Somewhere beside the pain of his loss. He wouldn’t try to change her mind, he knew it would be a foolish endeavour that would only strain the time she was willing to give him. And it was too difficult to work up the energy, he felt drained easily these days. Grief, he knew, did that to a person.

She got to her paws, and spoke of reading to a cave. Moving without waiting for agreement. More stiff and slowly, the Warlord followed after. Already, the happiness of her presence had given way to grief. Grief for Zee, and grief for the knowledge that her visit would only be a short one. “Very well.” He said, as they moved into the common area of warrens at the base of the mountain.


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