Sun is Setting in the West
12-02-2013, 07:18 PM
| Alsander |
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Alsander limped along the path to Erani?s ravine, gold and green eyes glancing from left to right as his ears swiveled to take in the sounds coming from the wintry landscape. Alert for danger. His injuries were healing beautifully thanks to the treatment from Io and his Aunt. Erani had been admirable in her Craft, and Io? The image of the small albino female from Tortuga crossed his mind, and e couldn?t help the small smile that pulled at his muzzle. Which quickly vanished as he remembered the red female that had been with her. He recalled that their scents were similar. Sisters. And the red one hadn?t seemed all that friendly. Alsander uttered a low sigh under his breath as he lowered his head to drink from the spring pool that never iced over in winter. His head lifted as Chrysanthe?s summons filtered through the territory. As quickly as he could, he turned and loped toward the call, being sure not to put weight on his leg as he went. He arrived in time to see Surreal settle in her spot, where his father would be seated if he weren't captured. His gaze turned to Chrysanthe, wondering if the trip she?d made to Glaciem had been successful. Surely she?d been going there to trade for his father? He nodded his respect, and made his way to Erani?s side, settling onto his belly, hind end rolling onto his good haunch. Erani?s eerie, ice like temper had been barely under the surface, as in, barely reined in. Queens Rage, he?d heard his father call it, after he?d come back from the first challenge for Liberty?s freedom. Alsander didn?t want to get that terrifying, yet exhilarating glare focused on him because he wasn?t laying right. |