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04-15-2013, 03:35 PM
Cormalin |
He was wandering along the edge of the field again. His bruises were gone from the last spar. His rip on the rump had scabbed over. He was strong and healthy. He paused and raised his head high, listening as a challenge was issued across the land. He waited a moment, and when no other wolves answered it, he sent a long reply, turned, and padded toward the challenger. This challenger?s call held none of the cockiness that Awaken?s had held. It was more mature in a way, that of someone more experienced. His strides ended as he came upon the challenger. A large, large male, even larger than himself. The Challenger was Tortugan by scent. He was younger than Cormalin. But held himself with an assured strength that said he knew how to fight, and would be a powerful opponent for sure. Cormalin lowered his head in the formal greeting of a Challengee, then lifted it to study the male. ?Good Day. My name is Cormalin of Valhalla. You challenged for a spar? I can oblige you. Would you say four rounds? No serious injuries? And I?ll give you the first attack.? Mismatched eyes of blue and gold waited for an answer as Cormalin changed his stance to one of balanced readiness. His head was held level with his shoulders. He knew that this would be a more difficult spar.
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