08-27-2009, 05:36 PM
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Word Count: 330 The young horse was calm under him, clearly different from the mighty mustangs that would be the rides of the riders of the other pack. They seemed to be relatively fresh horses, wild'ish, and probably newly broken-in. His Belle was young, but she had been bred for obedience. Though she had none of that powerful stature as those very proud horses of theirs, with her he would have the advantage of a horse accustomed to riding - and accustomed to other horses. She would listen to him and ignore the others, and even though he had a weaker horse he might very well gain the upper hand that way. And he was light and small for a grown wolf male, although compared to some of them he was probably about the same weight. Still, he was not really here to win. Looking around himself, he saw some that were younger that himself, but they all had something in common: they were strangers to him. And he meant to change that. How better than to introduce himself like this? Hell, perhaps they'd even see him as something else than the old and dusty male he was. That being said, this lot seemed to welcome its members with open arms, no matter their flaws or peculiarities. The King had only three legs, after all. His face was a smile, and as the King gave a little rallying speech, Dawali saw fit to add his own little part of that. Being a simple person, he kept his message simple, although when he spoke loudly, his voice was rich and deep with a boom to it. "May the best rider win!" His arm was raised above his head in a symbol of greeting, and he hoped the other pack would see him as he wanted the to see him; warm and welcoming. Perhaps one day they could have a race in AniWaya, too, and the gesture of hosting could be repaid. One could dream. |