Carry Me, Carry Me, Carry Me Now
03-12-2013, 08:10 PM
A howl raised the forelock draped face of the black mare. A call? A summons? A chance to meet more of Valhalla. Blue eyes looked over to Cormalin. He too had heard the call, but he took a moment to pull from what must have been a very deep thought session. He?d helped her in so many ways. Defended her when others wished to eat her. Imagine that, someone wanted to eat her for lunch. It didn?t bother her much. After all, she did know that horses, the wild ones, were one of the prey species, and wolves a natural predator to them.
However, she was different. She had been born in a safe, cozy box stall, to a pedigreed Morab mare, sired by one of the finest Friesian stallions in the domestic community of horses. Dogs as large as some wolves had run about the farm all the time. In fact, she had taken up a game with the head dog, Major, when she was turned out to graze. Chase and tag. The two had been almost inseparable. Until that night. She flicked an ear and pirouetted on her hocks, and began trotting off to follow the summons.
?Come on, Corrie.? Her pet name for the black wolf with the star that so resembled her own white star marking had at first seemed to annoy him, but now, he seemed to like it. She was glad. And also glad he?d taken the time to pull the long thorny blackberry vines out of her tail. He?d done it when swatting at spring flies had earned her several painful welts, and nearly slashed him upside the head.
She glanced over her shoulder to check if he was following; he was. At last, they came into the meeting, along with other wolves. Collision was standing there, giving out his words. ?Corrie? spoke out, with the wish to be a warrior. Wasn?t he already a warrior? He?d said so himself. She looked back down at him, just as he looked up. Why did he look so worried?
Obsidian lifted her head, and wondered what she could do to add to the Pack. Though feisty, she probably wasn?t the best candidate for a warrior, though both Major and Corrie had nipped a few fighting lessons into her. The brusque Malamute had been teaching her, in case stray dogs ever came onto the property while he was absent and went for her. Kick and dance for all she was worth, and do the unexpected biting and trampling.
Corrie had added his knowledge, and tried to twist it to some manner that a horse could put to use. However, he was at a loss at times. He?d even tried to get her to seek out a herd of her own kind, and see how they fought. All for her own protection.
Healer sounded pretty good. Maybe she could try that? What other ranks were there? A nudge from Cormalin. ?Just choose Warrior? His voice was low, and she nodded.
?I would like to stand as Warrior. I would be an advantage in the fact that no enemy wolf is going to expect a horse to come after them.? Her fluting voice called out, and she fell silent as soon as she had finished speaking. For some reason? She felt like they would start laughing at her at any moment.
However, she was different. She had been born in a safe, cozy box stall, to a pedigreed Morab mare, sired by one of the finest Friesian stallions in the domestic community of horses. Dogs as large as some wolves had run about the farm all the time. In fact, she had taken up a game with the head dog, Major, when she was turned out to graze. Chase and tag. The two had been almost inseparable. Until that night. She flicked an ear and pirouetted on her hocks, and began trotting off to follow the summons.
?Come on, Corrie.? Her pet name for the black wolf with the star that so resembled her own white star marking had at first seemed to annoy him, but now, he seemed to like it. She was glad. And also glad he?d taken the time to pull the long thorny blackberry vines out of her tail. He?d done it when swatting at spring flies had earned her several painful welts, and nearly slashed him upside the head.
She glanced over her shoulder to check if he was following; he was. At last, they came into the meeting, along with other wolves. Collision was standing there, giving out his words. ?Corrie? spoke out, with the wish to be a warrior. Wasn?t he already a warrior? He?d said so himself. She looked back down at him, just as he looked up. Why did he look so worried?
Obsidian lifted her head, and wondered what she could do to add to the Pack. Though feisty, she probably wasn?t the best candidate for a warrior, though both Major and Corrie had nipped a few fighting lessons into her. The brusque Malamute had been teaching her, in case stray dogs ever came onto the property while he was absent and went for her. Kick and dance for all she was worth, and do the unexpected biting and trampling.
Corrie had added his knowledge, and tried to twist it to some manner that a horse could put to use. However, he was at a loss at times. He?d even tried to get her to seek out a herd of her own kind, and see how they fought. All for her own protection.
Healer sounded pretty good. Maybe she could try that? What other ranks were there? A nudge from Cormalin. ?Just choose Warrior? His voice was low, and she nodded.
?I would like to stand as Warrior. I would be an advantage in the fact that no enemy wolf is going to expect a horse to come after them.? Her fluting voice called out, and she fell silent as soon as she had finished speaking. For some reason? She felt like they would start laughing at her at any moment.