ardent

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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
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Dire wolf
build
Balanced
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LegendaryWealthySamhain 2022Statue 1 WorshipThe Ooze ParticipantThe Ooze - Variation 1
WordySilver Medal 2020Critical Hit!Critical Fail!Trick 2019Promptober 2019
02-04-2023, 10:44 PM


Her pity was fuel to the flames burning through his veins. He wanted desperately to wipe the expression from her maw. The reminder of how great the loss he had suffered was. Something that would earn intense pity, even from someone that despised him. His breathing quickened, and the world seemed to sharpen around him. Which made his next loss even harder to believe. He was losing his grip, and the urge to slam her to the ground was difficult to ignore. Assuming, of course, that he could even land the blow. She tapped his knee, her touch light, and he knew it had been a cheap shot. She was playing with him.

Her next question drew a jagged snarl. “An illness killed her. If you have any shred of decency, you wont ask how. It's a secret our kids can never know.” he launched himself forward, and pushed his weight onto his back paws. Freeing his forepaws as he attempted to scour his claws across the base of her chin. “What happened to your family.” It didn’t sound as if she expected anyone to be looking for her. Why was that?

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