10-18-2009, 05:52 PM
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hai :] The powerful being that carried him forward through lands he knew were claimed made short snorting sounds when he halted her. His face poked out from his body as ears and nose searched the air for signs of what he had thought he had smelled. Surely, someone was around, not that far from here. The Kalona knew very well he was in claimed land; but after the friendly reception at the race, and noticing how their King (for that was what they called him; the title felt strange on his tongue) was quite pleasurable, if peculiar, he felt as if he would not be crossing them by traveling through here. Indeed, he was heading towards Halifax, but he might not. He might go to visit Cwmfen instead - rumors said she had mothered two puppies, and he was glad for her. His form sat still atop the horse, the same horse he had visited these lands with before. She recognized the pack's scent, and was calm, but he was curious: this scent - she had not been at the race. Or had she? He could not remember. The feathers and beaded strands of his mane rustled as a cold wind ripped past him. Gvihita soared above, bored as always, though she had taken to follow him around more lately. Good. He was in need of some understanding companionship —if that was what you could call her. Yellow eyes studied his surroundings as he halfway hoped that whoever she was she would reveal herself. At last he gave up, and his deep voice rang loudly —as it usually did. "Anyone there?" |