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With all the force of a great typhoon

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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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01-29-2023, 11:32 PM
“Good morning” He responded. Seeing the way her eyes slid past him. He didn’t comment on it, knowing some habits would take time to break. She would learn very quickly that her training would not get very far if she could not size up her opponent. “Today, we are going to get you started on the basics of fighting” He told her. It was almost a warning, but he didn’t feel the need to remind her that such training was mandatory.

He would not go easy on her, just because she was a broken thing. Training was necessary, and pushing her was the only way for her to find her inner strength. He had seen a spark of it, when they had snarled at each other outside of the Armada borders. He would seek out that spark again, and let it take flame. He turned and moved out of the den, and down the path to the main area of the Cole. moving then up another path, and into a wide open space. There were dummies against the wall, and a few odds and ends like scrap pieces of armour on a stand to the side. “Self defence will be the main lead for today. We are going to go over the postures you need to memorise until they are second nature for your body. First, stand like me” He told her. Spreading out his paws, digging in his claws as he squared his shoulders and fanned out his tail.


"Sirius Fatalis"