Ties These Knotts Together
01-31-2014, 01:10 AM
His observation of the young girl who bore his crest was interrupted as another figure suddenly appeared behind him. He would sense her presence first, hearing her paw steps long before she arrived by his side. He could hear the growl in her voice, suggesting that she was much larger than perhaps what she really was. The mammoth would remain calm, not threatened at all by the other female's presence. It would be as he began to turn, his paws barely beginning the shift that the first girl he'd spotted would finally notice him, raising herself to her paws, her identical eyes ices glued to his left shoulder. She saw the cross. And she pointed it out to the second female who went by the name of Twig. The young girl seemed to be wary of him and so Pulsus would keep his visage within her sight, not wanting to frighten her more than his intimidating size possibly already had. Who are you? Why are you blessed with the scare mark of a cross like me and my sister? Sister. This girl and the one called Twig were his siblings. They had to be. No other wolves bore the marking of the cross. I was born with this cross. I am Pulsus, man of the Black Clan. I have come here seeking my family...other wolves that also bare the cross on their left shoulder like mine. He hoped that his honesty would quell their fears of him and that they would clue him in on whether they were his kin or not. A glance was spared back towards the girl Twig, noticing that she too bore a cross on her left shoulder, her eyes a similar shade to his amethyst one. The similarities between himself and these girls was far too close to be a coincidence. Talk like this |