Rationality Is Only Part Of It

Columbine Lykoi · 12-12-2011, 10:04 PM

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OOC: Sorry for how inevitably awful this is going to be, as I am dying of the plague and can't breathe. I am also sorry for the delay. / 309

Columbine was bored.

After acquainting himself with Inferni lands and the mansion itself - the place where he currently found himself - the shadowy male had decided he wanted to go about acquiring a horse. Plenty of other clanspeople had one - why shouldn't he? There was, unfortunately, the tricky matter of finding a horse. He wasn't particularly well versed in riding, though he'd done it before, so Columbine didn't exactly want an unbroken horse. He'd prefer a situation where he didn't have to doa ll the dirty work himself, where someone, for once in his life, had done something that would make the large hybrid's life just a little bit easier.

He pondered this in the early morning sun of his chosen room, feeling disgustingly like Jacinto as the dusty male lost himself in thought. Columbine wasn't one to meander or dawdle or find himself of little use; he had meant, for several days now, to track down the Aquila or some other high ranking member and discuss what could be done about his meager standing within the clan. Columbine was new to this whole structure, and, though he would never, ever, ever admit it aloud, had no idea how to navigate the business of co-ranks. So much had to be done, so much had to be proved...

The dusky male shook his head and sauntered out of his room, crimson eyes peering around for something - or someone - to entertain him. It took him only a few moments, and he came across a female with pleasing form. His face was emotionless, but his body was tense; she did not look familiar, and he had not seen her at the pack meeting. Who are you? Columbine asked, his natural instincts to guard and protect (though these had been irreparably warped in recent times) coming to the forefront.

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