i am the voice of your hunger and pain
04-24-2014, 06:08 PM
| Obsidian |
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The wolf was one of those who had never seen a horse before, it seemed. It was obvious from how the female?s face went slack from surprise, and the rise of the hackles when Obsidian spoke to her. The question just helped to confirm Obsidian?s assumption. Since the wolf had been looking so sad, Obsidian decided to take the comical way to introducing herself. She struck a pose, one that she?d been taught by the humans. Hind legs taking a regal stance, she lifted one foreleg, tail raising smartly as her head raised high and proud. ?I am a horse. They don?t all look like me, though. Kind of like how Timber wolves are marked a certain way, or built a certain way, and some wolves are completely different. Horses have so many different breeds I couldn?t begin to describe them all.? The raised foreleg drew further in, as she took a little bow. ?My name is Obsidian.? Blue eyes peered through her veil of mane as her ears pricked. Her mother had always said she had a flair, and she hoped she could brighten this wolf?s day a bit. By her scent, she was from Tortuga. A pack Erani had not yet clarified Valhalla?s position on. But Obsidian was able to defend herself, should this wolf actually be a very amazing con artist? Like Dapper, one of the ponies from her barn? That Welsh could scam you out of your feed in ten seconds flat. It was all in good fun, though, and he only pushed as far as he could, and stopped before you really ended up trampling a hole into his back. |