Could This Be It?
08-02-2013, 03:52 PM
| Cormalin |
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Cormalin padded along the border of his home, ears flicking, eyes open, nose alert. At times, he paused, raising his head up high to catch airborne scents, or low to check the strength of the scent marker, and adding fresh scent wherever it was weak. Chrysanthe would be along on her rounds later and add her all powerful alpha scent to his marks. Hers was the stone boundary that you couldn?t see or feel, but rogues didn?t cross unless they wished to cause trouble, hadn?t learned the lesson yet, or were stark raving mad enough to cross the scent markers of a pack that numbered in the thirties, almost to forty members. He was in the act of adding his mark when the howl rang across his ears. His leg lowered, tail cocking slightly, as he listened. Then he was off at a smooth, near-silent trot. Under his sister?s ministrations, the old scar in his leg hardly caused him to limp anymore. He was fitter than he?d ever been, his fur thick and sleek, the long ruff and chest fur rippling like silk under the breeze caused by his movement, his unusually long furred tail flowing behind him. By no means was his tail as long haired as Obsidian?s who?s tail bone only extended a foot from her rump. The hairs were only three inches beyond the usual length, giving him a regal, majestic look, which helped attain an air of power and confidence. The wind caressed his face, bringing him the scents of five, three males that smelled familiar somehow, and two females, both of whom he knew very, very well. Erani and Surreal. Sister and Niece. He arrived with a soft gruff of greeting, coming to stand beside his sister, giving her shoulder a brief nuzzle before his mismatched gold and blue pools turned to survey the three males. His heart stopped. The pleased smile on Erani?s face went unnoticed as he stared at the three before him. Slate grey sabino, as Obsidian would have called those markings, with the eyes that looked out the very color of Akana?s eyes. Misty, silvery grey, with a wedge blaze, and mismatched gold and green pools, and then he beheld the third, and final. The eyes were the same colors as his own, though mirroring instead of matching. The shadow on the male?s brow was reminiscent of his own white star. For the longest moment, he stared. Then he looked at Erani, who gave the slightest nod. Then he looked back to his sons. ?You?ve come? My sons have come home!? His tail began to wave through the air hard enough to make a sound of air whooshing through fur. |