[ Respond | Andarin: The Mountains ]
Posted by THE HYENA on February 11, 2009, 4:32 pm
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My hooves were lightly placed upon the cold stalks of grass that had fleshed out of the patched earth floor, Lightning coursing through my veins as I attempted futilely to warm my body with the charge. If there was one thing (out of the plehtora of 'things') that I disliked excessively about the Wolf's Den, it was that it was so damn cold. Part of this was courtesy to the grandeur of their Mother Wolf, obviously, and her ucomprehendible need for such a deepfreeze; though I knew perfectly well that the climate around these mountains had a low range anyways.
And there was no reason for so many of the Bellycrawlers to be writhing in this frenzy of slavering wolf jaws. With a heave, I exhaled a dramatic sigh from within my chest, hollow and tired it sounded. Shaking my head almost resignedly, I murmured, "Do me a favour, Lieutenant." I raised my caramel dun half-face, the flesh still barren and pink upon the right section, my honeyed pools looking to Voraer, whom I had come across in my searches. I cleared my throat, a grim smirk caressing its way upon my velvet lips, "Go to Ni'Srilan. Tell Hypatia that the Vipers are doing fine in Andarin for now." In other words, I was using my Champion for the fiery chestnut's dismissal. Nodding absently, I turned away, my obsidian tassels lashing against my hocks as I placed one foreleg before the other, before pausing and looking over my scarred shoulder. "In return for this, Voraer, I ask little of you. Just that, if I do not return by the time Althea gives birth, that you keep an eye on her." It was but a request, and despite his attitude and haughty reputation, I hoped the stallion had enough honour in him to acquiesce to it.
OOC|AKA Voraer is no longer a prisoner of Andarin. Just called Fenris in so Lorelove would know of this.
LIGHTNING III
Alphamagnetism
Imperium
B E L L Y C R A W L E R
GOLD GENERAL
THE HYENA
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