down this road [herd meeting]

down this road [herd meeting]

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02-04-2013, 08:37 PM

Totem
Time waits for no one, so do you wanna waste some time?

The brilliance of morning had yet to affect the black shouldered stallion, tucked away in the recesses of a remote cave. He knows it is bright outside, of course, he isn't blind, but rather than focus on the sun he has chosen to direct his attention to the large egg he has found nestled in the back of the dark cavern. At first he had thought it a simple rock, but something had compelled him to look at the thing again, to notice the smooth surface and rounded shape, scent the faintest hint of canine that clung to the shell. Though uncertain of just what it is that will hatch from the egg, he finds himself standing guard over it, gently curling his body around the fragile shield to provide warmth and possibly to hide his prize from those who may wish to take it.

So, when he hears the voice of the Lady he is even more loathe to respond than he would normally be, flicking his tail in a dismissive manner. He has more important things to do than attend some meeting, such as protect this odd egg from thieves or predators, and besides, he really doesn't feel like getting up quite yet. It is still rather early, or at least he thinks it is. He hasn't ventured out since his discovery last night, and time always has a nasty habit of getting away from him. Not that Totem particularly cares about time, other than wasting it. He emits a soft snort in self-ridicule and hauls himself to his hooves with a groan, making certain to avoid crushing his egg. As much as he would enjoy lazing about here all day, it would be foolish to ignore the summons of his leader, especially since he's so new and already rather low on her list of favorite horses.

Still, he shoots a glance back to the pale orb before walking from the cave, muttering some rather shocking curses under his breath. Should this meeting cause him to lose his newest interest, things will not be well in the Basin. No, things will be rather bloody, he vows silently. And the bitch who called him away will be the first to die.

It is in this foul mood that he arrives, worsened by the distance he is forced to travel. Not that much really, probably less than a half-mile, but Totem isn't interested in rational thought at this moment. Still, he supposes that he might as well get to know his herdmates, or at least make certain that he can recognize their faces later. After all, if he's going to be guarding the borders, he should know who his allies are. Eyes the color of embers scan the group with cool disinterest, pausing on each form for only a few moments before moving to the next. There is nothing about any of them to hold his attention, though his gaze does linger on the demonic pup settled by a bay stallion's hooves. Yet, even that is a fleeting interest, and soon the silver bay finds himself rather bored. Idly, he wonders if he can slip away unnoticed.