Marked to Die: Battle Training!
04-21-2014, 08:27 AM
The boy almost hadn't come. He was brooding, a false sense of pride telling him that he did not need to answer the call, but then... He did didn't he? He had grudgingly remembered the silvery woman's words upon his acceptance into the pack. He also knew he would need training if he was going to exact his revenge. And so he had risen to his paws with a sigh and headed out to answer the call.
Novocaine was starting to show his size now, it would only be a season and he would be a yearling. He had not been quite so happy when he had realized that he was not going to be quite as big as he had hoped. Others would easily out weight him, something the boy naively believed would make him weak.
Finally he arrived, not the first that was for certain. Steely gaze swept over the gathered wolves, only recognizing Cataleya, the alpha. He surpressed a growl and moved amongst the gathered wolves, seating himself in the midst of the group to wait.
Please note: Novocaine is missing his right eye entirely, an empty socket is all that remains in its stead. Not all of his tables reflect that as of yet!
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