Old habits die hard
05-05-2014, 05:56 PM
Ever since the day the black brute had stumbled upon the makeshift den he had stayed in the night he met Helios, Conall found himself lingering around the plateau more and more. He had left to visit briefly with the Valhallen queen, but other than that he and made this place his new home. Of course, he would wander to near by areas to hunt and the like, but that was to be expected he thought. Today he awoke bright and early as always, the sun just breaking over the horizon when he stepped out of his den. Some habits were hard to break, and waking up with the sun was one of them. The large brute stretched his paws out in front of him, groaning as his stiff muscles began to wake up. After he had thoroughly stretched and shaken out his pelt he looked around the area to see if perhaps there was anything interesting to occupy his time. That was the only draw back to living out here it seemed, a lack of visitors or things to do. It had been far too long since Conall had gotten a chance to use his combat training and as he pondered what he should do with his day the sudden craving for a spar hit him. He hadn't had a real fight since one of the first days he had been in Alacritis, when he had saved that green-eyed girl from the wild cats. For someone that had grown up fighting day in and day out just for survival, it was strange to not be fighting. He smirked and lifted his muzzle to the sky to call for any that might be near-by and want to join him for a little fight. It seemed like waking up early wasn't his only old habit that wouldn't leave him be. Speech Thought |