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[Longclaw]

Longclaw

That’s the million-dollar question, isn’t it? Where is everyone? Longclaw knows that there’s a world more vast and expansive than anything he’s ever known out there but right now, he’s stuck in Nerine and bored out of his mind. The days pass quickly and even in the short time he’s been around the younger of twins has begun to fill out and take shape. Of course, there’s still the spindly legs that guide him through the coastline in search of new things, and his mane and tail are trying their hardest to grow, but he’s still a colt and will be for a while. Best to make the most of it. Longclaw’s journey keeps him close to the shore where the waves can still be heard beneath the plummet of the cliffs, each footfall leading him farther and farther from where his mother brought him and his sister to life.

He’s not afraid though. Why should he be? His mom was dangerously gifted and so was his dad - the bluish, speckled boy had nothing to fear. He had his fangs, too, if things got scary; little needle points that he could grow and make disappear with only a thought. Every now and then he could feel himself growing whiskers, or re-shaping his ears, but the shape of the other creature within him still remained dormant. He was a child, after all, filled with curiosity and goodwill so things like predator instinct just didn’t click yet. All in time though, all in good time.

“HellOOooooo!” The voice calls, rising on the currents of salty air to greet his large, upturned ears. His narrow head rises, a faint grin breaking out over his lips as he bolts ahead to try and find the source but he’s stopped by the end of the world. The cliff plunges and he’s forced to come to a halt, neck stretching downwards so that he might peer over the edge to see the little foal below. “HEYLOOOOOOO!” He shouts back, spreading his forelegs to sink down so that the other child won’t miss him.

“Hooow diiiid yooou get dooown thereeee?” He asks, the sound echoing over the caverns and cliffs, breaking over the waves that are peaceful today.

One-Half contract between Wyrm and Heartfire