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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
02-19-2023, 12:02 AM


She started to put on speed, saying nothing. Wanting nothing to do with him. Nothing he said made any dent on her, she didn’t want to participate. He let her go. Pulling to a stop as she fled from him and out and into the Col. He thought of the dreamless sleep he had had up the mountain. The most peace he had felt in a long time. He knew he was a fool, an old, old fool. He didn’t want to care about Isa. The truth was, there was no room left in his heart for what Isa could mean to him. What she was frightened him in some way.

He turned, and found Bast watching him. “I’m an idiot” He said softly. She made a sound that was shockingly like a growl, and turned and walked away from him. Leaving the brute alone on the last few steps of the mountain path. Alone. He looked up at the early morning sky and thought of that strange, fleeting vision he had received of his wife. Of her standing tall and strong for the first time in a long time. Her paws as light as stardust as she followed after the Firefly man. Leaving him alone. Alone, alone, alone.

"Seer"