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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

LegendaryWealthySamhain 2022Statue 1 WorshipThe Ooze ParticipantThe Ooze - Variation 1
WordySilver Medal 2020Critical Hit!Critical Fail!Trick 2019Promptober 2019
01-29-2023, 05:15 PM


He was told that Isa was at the stage of her healing where moving would be beneficial for her. So long as she didn’t push herself too hard. Unluckily for her, Sirius was a Warlord, and not a healer. Itching for a round two, he made his way to the den she was temporarily given. Barging his way inside without so much as a warning. He found her already on her paws, and doing some stretches. Likely whatever his healer had prescribed her.

“You.” He said, already feeling that familiar bite of anger that had flooded him from his second meeting with the infuriating woman. It was… almost exhilarating. Washing away much of the pain that lingered like a plague in his heart. Not that he would ever admit to that.

“With me.” He ordered, turning and marching back out of the room without another word. He was determined to get ahead of whatever the score was between them.


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