04-09-2009, 11:23 AM
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The bond of the warrior was a kinship found through battle. He had gained this understanding from Tristan, who had explained the brotherhood formed by battle. What few stories he had told the boy had been thrilling, accounts of a small band taking on many, stories that filled his head with fantastic battles and idolized warriors. It was a boy’s fantasy, and one that was untainted by the truth of the matter, which he had never really been able to grasp. Tristan had realized this and stopped telling him the stories.
Cwmfen’s body presented him with a sudden blockade, and the boy could no longer use his momentum to rush by. Even as he dug his feet in to try and back away she was moving, her maw closing on the thick fur around his neck. Ezekiel dropped his head, and realized only then it was the wrong move, for she was given the opportunity to use her weight and pin him. [/html]