skeleton crew

Larkspur D'Angelo · 09-25-2011, 02:42 PM

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Though horses were instinctively fearful of predators, especially those who grew to such immense heights as Larkspur, the ones that lived within Salsola were bred by wolves. They recognized wolves as familiar, and though often wary around strangers, recognized the scents and sounds made by the ones that most often worked with them. In a way, wolves had replaced the role of humans—horses could survive without them, but they were certainly better off with shelter and food and the constant work required of them.

Larkspur, like his own mount, was a man that moved with slow but powerful steps. He was relatively even-tempered, though times of desperation had pushed him to aggression. Fiercely protective of his family, and by extension, his pack, he was not a force to be tried. Almost as large (though hardly as heavy) as a bear his size alone often settled fights before they began. If not, he had the muscle and ferocity to back them up. Yet it was his calm nature around the horses and sheep that kept them in line, and they responded earnestly to such handling.

The horse certainly noticed the approaching wolf, but Sirius was familiar. He continued on his trot as Larkspur turned to face Sirius, though he kept his eyes on the dark animal. “Yes,” he replied. “She calls him Nacht. It means night.” With a sharp, hissing noise not unlike a snake, Larkspur urged the young horse into a canter.

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