An Evening Meeting
06-22-2013, 01:14 PM
| Cormalin |
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Cormalin stood silently as she spoke, her eyes proud, and his own gleaming with a soft confidence. She studied him for a moment, and he wondered what she was thinking, before she spoke, and he listened to her words, lowering his head in acceptance as she went on. Aislyn chose this moment to arrive, offering a greeting and an apology. ?Quite alright.? Baritone voice returned the warmth as his mismatched eyes twinkled. Her next words were received with a smile and a nod, and then his eyes turned to Chrysanthe. ?I will serve you and Valhalla with honor, pride, and will give my life if that is what it takes to protect the pack.? His words were given with the same honesty he would always carry till the day he died. He bowed his head and stepped aside to give Aislyn room to speak with Chrysanthe. He had an idea of what she wanted to speak to the alpha about. He wondered who he would find to train to take the Male position after them. He too had an idea, but an idea only. Castiel might only want to be a warrior, maybe a Gamma like his father, since the eldest born child of Erani seemed to idolize the giant black male. The imitation of Nova?s mannerisms were quite amusing at times. Cormalin sat to the side, haunches sinking to the snow, tail curling over his paws. He was pleased with what he had. He would serve Valhalla to the utmost best that he could give. He still had a few years in him, and intended to use them for Valhalla and his sister. They were all he had left. |