10-16-2012, 01:52 PM
Damn, he was a cub, this Stormbringer was just a child. Einarr tried to remember what he had done at that age, but he was met with a thick opaque wall that only allowed the smell of snow and the sound laughing to pass through it. The boy, for he was no adult yet, was cocksure and filled with a mixture of arrogance and naivety. Another gust of wind, a little strong and a little colder this time, his shoulder ached and his grey and white mane flicked this way and that for a moment. He grunted, but made no reply as Temeraire finished speaking, instead he turned and moved towards the knife, picking it up from the ground and balancing the weight of it. A sturdy tool, well made, but designed for a hand that was not his. Looking about him, he spied something and moved to the spot near the bush he had been concealed in, he bent down and used the knife to hack at the thick growth. Standing again, Einarr held a dripping root, he squeezed it over the cut and winced slightly. He held the two bits of skin together, the colourless sap went pink and hardened almost immediately, stopping the blood flow. Taking a leaf he wiped the blade clean of blood and sap before moving back to the figure still on his heels.
”I’m the wolf who didn’t kill you, my name is Einarr.”
He stared at the boy, assessing him, an implacable expression on his face.
”Why are you hunting alone instead of having sex with females your age. There is lots of time for blood and fighting when you’re older, you might regret not forgoing it now.”
He wasn’t sure why he’d said that, damn this boy. Einarr was tired and hungry, and faced the prospect of another long walk home on an empty stomach, something he was used to, but a flicker of annoyance sparked in him that it hadn’t had to be this way. He tossed the knife at the boys feet.
”And don’t listen to your aunt.”
Einarr continued, holding the staff out before him and placing his one hand high and the other slightly lower than middle.
”Hold it like this, and don’t strangle it like a snake.”
He tossed the staff after the knife and made his preparations to leave. He paused and turned back to the boy again.
”What is the name of your pack?”
”I’m the wolf who didn’t kill you, my name is Einarr.”
He stared at the boy, assessing him, an implacable expression on his face.
”Why are you hunting alone instead of having sex with females your age. There is lots of time for blood and fighting when you’re older, you might regret not forgoing it now.”
He wasn’t sure why he’d said that, damn this boy. Einarr was tired and hungry, and faced the prospect of another long walk home on an empty stomach, something he was used to, but a flicker of annoyance sparked in him that it hadn’t had to be this way. He tossed the knife at the boys feet.
”And don’t listen to your aunt.”
Einarr continued, holding the staff out before him and placing his one hand high and the other slightly lower than middle.
”Hold it like this, and don’t strangle it like a snake.”
He tossed the staff after the knife and made his preparations to leave. He paused and turned back to the boy again.
”What is the name of your pack?”