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06-22-2015, 10:46 AM
Carnassial For he is a man as cold as winter ice How strange it was indeed to find himself living in a cave, or so Carnassial thought. He had taken up residence in one of the longer ones, closer to the valley entry, and had just begun exploring it's depths when he heard the faint sound of a call, one that demanded obedience. Carnassial paused, head high and horn just scraping the cieling as he listened(the cave was longer than it was tall), and once the call faded he moved. The tiger-striped stud barely flinched as the cold bit in, although it's reach sank deep into his flesh. Frozen breath escaped dark-rimmed nostrils as the stallion made his way towards the entrance, amused and curious at the clear sight of his arrival being the first. The man with glass horns was unfamiliar, yet Carnassial bowed his head in respect anyway, gaze drifting away towards the others that trickled in, devilishly-curled ears twitching, memorizing footsteps, sounds and voices. Finally they all assembled, and the stud turned focus to the strange-horned one, liquid gold eyes watching impassively as the man introduced himself as D'Artagnan, his General. The question had Sial's lips twitching, and he raised his head as he took a step forward; he was the first to arrive, and would be the first to speak. "My name is Sial, and I have always been a warrior of the north. Just...a different north than this." A faint smile curled his lips at his own words, and he bowed his head to D'Art, moving back to his beginning place, thick tail swatting away the snow that stuck to his feathered hocks. |
'...Cruel and brutal the blades of the beast...'
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