Honing The Weapons

*Caerul* · 09-28-2013, 09:29 PM

Restless paws treaded the battlefield, the place that he had not been to since looking for Claire. He figured he would have been here more recently if Chrysanthe had allowed him to attend the battle against Isar...he was more then capable of fighting, and would have gladly done so. He had nothing to lose really. He would attend the next battle, however, and prove himself as a capable member of the pack and show the Glaciems that Valhalla would not be taken lightly. Green eyes searched the fields, recent signs of battle were obviously fought here. In the distance, he could hear the battle cries of snarling beasts as they fought one another for their own reasons.

Dual toned head struck up, ears picking up a strange sound carried loud and hoarse upon the winds. With a tilt of his head, he wondered who it was...then again, it didn't sound like a wolf, nor bear, nor wild cat. There was only one creature that could possess such a sound, and a small wondering thought would pop into his head. What was the equine doing in the battlefield? His paws quickly carried him to the source of the sound, and soon after several minutes the larger figure of the beast came into view. A smile played onto his face as he approached, "Good day Obsidian, what brings you to these grounds?" He inquired, curious as to what the horses purpose for today was. He wondered if the black beast was feeling restless, after all, war was approaching. And Caerul had been itching to do some kind of action that would give him a good stretch.

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