TIME FOR DESTRUCTION

*Cormalin* · 02-01-2014, 02:49 PM

Cormalin

Cormalin had followed his sister to the field, absently wishing that his return to the eyes of his family and pack could have been at a more peaceful time, but when duty called, you went to the call. His sister?s predatory glide as she moved toward the field spoke volumes of how pissed she was getting. He was pleased to see Surreal already there, and less pleased to see the fighting already begun.

Falling into place beside his sister, he settled into a ready stance, paws placed in a balanced set, head lowered level with his shoulders, his chin tucking to cover his throat. Eyes flicked about, noting enemies and allies before narrowing as his ears folded backward, hackles lifting to add padding. The old warrior was ready.

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