On the seventh day the wolf said...
04-09-2013, 04:57 PM
| Cormalin |
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Cormalin padded at the edge of the Field, mismatched eyes scanning the stained expanse as the sun glowed down on his black back. He was large, and his coloring was a trouble in Summer. But at least it wasn?t thunder storming here. He hated them. He?d caught a chill when he was young in one, and hadn?t really ever liked them since. Movement caught his eyes and he stopped, gazing out. A large wolf, black but in the natural manner of a wolf, unlike Cormalin?s own coloring, with the black only broken by a tiny four point star-like marking between his eyes. Akana had loved that star. Obsidian loved it too; said it was just like hers. And since he?d not seen himself in a reflection, he had to agree with the horse. He broke out of the reverie as the male stopped tangling with an unseen foe and sent up a loud howl. An invitation for a spar. Cormalin settled back on his haunches and studied the male from a distance. Then gave a thoughtful whuff through his nose and mouth, pink tongue showing in a soft pant. He could take up the challenge, or he could head home and drop in on Erani. He decided. He would spar with this stranger. He tilted his head back and began his reply in the deep, low groan rising through the baritones and into the mid tones of the male voice, and back down. Then he rose to his paws and made his way to the male, body relaxed and friendly. ?Good day, stranger. You called for a bit of fun?? He gave a slow wag with his long furred tail. His tail and his thick ruff were his most distinctive features if you weren?t looking at his face. They were unusually long furred, ruff similar to a rough coated collie, but not quit that thick, and the hair on his tail long enough to make his tail seem as though it itself grew four inches longer in the bone. It gave him a grand, powerful appearance, but his heart was that of gold and good will. ?I?m game. How about four rounds, no serious injuries. Just a friendly testing of skills.? His mismatched eyes, gold and blue, watched the cat like golden-greens of the other male as he waiting for the reply of yay or nay. His stance changed from relaxed to paws set wide, head level with his shoulder, muscles ready to take him any direction. ?I will leave the first move to you, sir.? Round: 0/4 Defenses: Head level with his shoulders to protect his throat, paws set wide but ready to take him anywhere. Attacks: None yet Injuries: None yet |
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