lost at sea
| Cormalin |
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Spring was upon the land, and Cormalin enjoyed the early Spring warmth that was just beginning to sneak in. Even though Summer wasn?t his favorite season, it had its perks. His nephews and nieces would become yearlings. Already, they were beginning to show maturity in their bodies. At nine months, Castiel was the largest, followed shortly by the rest, Surreal in particular. Lyric would always be small, the runt of the litter, but her heart was pure and no less smaller for her body?s size. He smiled. She and her sisters would be head turners when they were grown up. He?d chew up the first male who dared to try make sport of his nieces. Love was a different matter altogether, however. White four point star wrinkled as his brows furrowed. He missed Akana. He regretted at times not taking his children with him. Perhaps staying until they were old enough to travel with him. But that would have been cruel to Amber and Laoch. And cruel to the children. What were they like? Were they even alive? A scent brushed across his muzzle on the light breeze. Several scents really. He realized that he?d wandered to the Battlefield. He didn?t like the place much. He had come here for a spar or two, and had met a prospective new member for Valhalla, and the male Alpha of Ludicael. He hoped the young female, Meili, would enjoy Valhalla if she chose to stay there.
The scent he caught now was fresh. And somehow? It was familiar. He lifted his head and turned to gaze out over the field. A single form graced it?s bloodstained expanses today. Black, small, and the scent said feminine. His curiosity was piqued, and he approached slowly. She came into better view. Small, dainty. Familiar somehow. The way she moved said she was running from something, but the graceful step, screamed of familiarity. Who was this lass? ?Are you alright, lass?? Deep baritone accented with British tones and a faint Irish lilt rumbled gently. He didn?t want to frighten her, though he towered over the smaller female. |