SEVEN NATION ARMY
10-23-2013, 04:22 PM
| Cormalin |
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Cormalin had been pacing the borders daily since the small meet with Syrinx. Nothing would hold him back from fighting now. No one in Glaciem could be considered a possible ally anymore. Taurig was no longer a member there, instead being Tortuga?s new leader, and allied with Valhalla. Cormalin had known what he was doing when he had tried to find a way around fighting the lad. He stopped, head raised, testing the air that blew toward him. Immediately, his fur bristled. Glaciem. He didn?t stop to send up a howl, which would have given his position away to the opposition. He knew Valhalla, every inch of it, as well as he knew his own mind, and his paws found silent passage as he raced upwind toward the Glaciem wolves. The roar from Syrinx preceded his arrival, and he mentally gritted his teeth. The smell of blood was on the air. He forced himself not to pick a wolf and slam into them, instead coming to a stop abreast of the gathered Valhallans, settling into a loose, balanced stance, weight lightly resting in his hind legs, gathering strength for an attack or evasive move. Head was held low, ears folded back to his skull, his neck pulling back into forth rolled shoulders, the loose skin bunching up to provide a layer of protection under a further protective layer of thick, long fur, made thicker by fall?s coldness. He half closed his eyes, face expressionless otherwise as he waited for a wolf to make a challenge for one of his pack. Silent as stone. Then, the fighting started in earnest. He tried to hold himself back, waiting for someone to challenge for a member, and finally, it came in the form of a female marked strangely. Her eyes were on one of the Seracians. Bronze. Then the bark of challenge came. She was young, by her looks; he couldn?t smell her at all through the blood smells. She was also a full six inched shorter than himself. He would have the advantages of height, heft, and experience, on his side. He stayed stanced where he was, giving an answering bark, an acceptance of the challenge. ?Come at me then.? Cormalin vs Satis for Bronze Round: 1 of 3 Defenses: Settling into a loose, balanced stance, weight lightly resting in his hind legs, gathering strength for an attack or evasive move. Head was held low, ears folded back to his skull, his neck pulling back into forth rolled shoulders, the loose skin bunching up to provide a layer of protection under a further protective layer of thick, long fur, made thicker by fall?s coldness. He half closed his eyes, face expressionless otherwise as he waited for a wolf to make a challenge for one of his pack. Silent as stone. Attacks: None Injuries: None Out Of Character Notes: Time to Rumble. Wish me luck. A lot of it. Thank goodness Cormalin is highly experienced. |
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