Set Apart this Dream
06-12-2013, 04:34 AM
| Cormalin |
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Cormalin crouched low, black pelt sticking out like a sore toe in the snow, but determined never the less as mismatched golden and blue eyes stared at the foolish hare that had ventured out to forage in the snow. It must be a young one, to be so blithe about coming out into the open, for it never once paused to listen or look for danger. Carefully, Cormalin bunched powerful muscles and readied himself to hunt. He launched himself at the hare, which fairly did a backflip of surprise and dashed off as soon as its paws touched the ground again. Zig-zagging, it streaked off across the snow, with the large black male pelting after it, hot breath sending puffs of mist into the air. Cormalin lengthened his strides, pulse roaring in his ears, and just as he bore down on the hare, it made a fancy leap and darted down a bolt hole. Cormalin skidded to a halt and sank to his haunches, chest heaving. At seven, nearly eight years, he was slowing down just a little and, face it, he had never been the best rabbit hunter. Slower, larger animals were his forte. He?d have to ask one of the wolves out for a hunt today. A familiar howl sang over the land, and he grinned through a panting muzzle and lolling pink tongue. Chrysanthe was calling her first meeting. Standing, he turned, kicked a little snow at the bolt hole with a chuckle, and padded off to see what her first actions would be. He?d been thinking about what he wanted to do in the pack. He felt he would serve his pack and family best as a lead Warrior, or maybe even as the male Beta. Aislyn needed someone to back her up, though he?d never in a million eons suggest it to her face. He chuckled a little. The Australian beta had a proud ego, and a short temper and would happily tear him up if he said she needed help doing her job. Still, he thought, She was very busy with training her daughter to take her place, and what if she got hurt defending Valhalla? Or killed in a hunt? He thought about asking Chrysanthe about how he should go about earning a rank higher than what he imagined he must have at the moment. Panting softly, Cormalin came into the meeting, giving the silver Ashtoreth a friendly smile of greeting, and brushing his shoulder against Erani?s as he settled onto his haunches, and gave Nova a playful woof. ?Hello, Erani, Nova. How are my favorite Nieces and Nephews doing? Uncle Cormalin wants to take them hare hunting.? Cormalin laughed softly in his next words. ?Maybe they?ll teach me some new tricks.? Eyes twinkled as he winked at Erani, then turned to sweep the meeting. So far, it was just him, Erani, Nova, Chrysanthe, and Ashtoreth. But more would come. Obsidian for sure. |