FLAWLESS
06-12-2014, 05:47 PM
Hooves thundered across the ground, his mane flew past his shoulders as the winter wind picked up. He was never one to stray far from the borders where Obsidian lived. It had been sometime since he'd seen her, but even so he would remain nearby as a guardian should she ever call for him. And yet, it was today that something would pique his curiosity. Yet at the same time, the howl that summoned who he could only assume was for the Alphess of the pack Valhalla, for he had heard summons similar to that during his war days. Lips would curl into a dominant smirk, for he was always ready for a fight no matter who the opponent was. Wolf, lion, horse, human; bring them all on. Diamond hard hooves pounded into the ground, dust left in his wake. Nostrils would flare as the wind brought to him, several scents of many unknown creatures. He had never met any of the Valhallan wolves, but the scent was still familiar due to the fact it was constantly on Obsidian's pelt. His pace would not slow nor falter, not until he reached the frontlines of the where the fight would commence. Or so he assumed. Silvery eyes would wander across those gathered, first upon the red wolves, then the more plain looking ones, then the cross marked wolf who stood a few yards away. The underlying scent of dying sickness waved towards him, and lastly a young pup who had circled towards the other side. Audits would find the child's voice, and even her scent would tell him it was Valhalla. Although he held no ties and was not allied to any pack; including Valhalla, he wondered who would come out on top here. He also knew, however, that if Valhalla lost...Obsidian would be quite upset. As far as he knew, Valhalla had been her home for a very long time. One hoof would pound at the dirt, head tossing as his mane waved in the air. Nostrils flared as he commanded the attention of those present. The prospect of a fight was exciting to him, for he was a War Horse after all. "Your presence airs that of a leader...but the question is, are you worthy?" A simple question that needed no more then a simple yes or no. Ryuk was diplomatic, but he was a soldier, a General above all else. He cared not who won or lost today, for it would be through who showed the most perseverance and heart that he would follow or ally himself with. Perhaps today was that day. Perhaps not. Talk like this |