Corrin Tal'verda
Character
Hra'nadetr Jair'Galaar. Creatures of great strength and power: ones who shared the name of Corrin's famed uncle Galaar. They were fearsome beasts, with talons able to cut through durasteel like butter, beaks that could shred beskar, and the temperament to be truly monstrous. Any Mando'ade with the stones to try and hunt the monsters would earn some clout. For a young warrior to try and tame the creatures? Unheard of.
Of course, Corrin would not do this alone. He'd sent out a message to his kin, [member="Kix Tal'Verda"], in hopes of having a bit of help. He would have simply gone to Kurs'tay'lir for assistance, but he was not yet ready to reveal himself to the clan once again. They needed a leader, a man worthy of his father's legacy. Corrin was not ready yet, but his time would come soon enough. He just needed to prove himself here to show that he had the heart of a Mandalorian: the soul of a Mandalore.
His camp was a small one housed within a small valley two klicks from the Tal'verda fortress. The season's heavy snowfall had just begun, freezing the lakes and making big game scarce. Now was the time that the great snow wolves began their hunt. They had often been spotted prowling around the Tal'verda homesteads, waiting for a young child to venture to far from the fort's safety. Recently, they'd given the settlement a wide berth. The wolves hunted alongside the Tal'verda these days, and both groups benefited from the alliance.
Corrin was troubled to explain how this worked, but he wasn't going to question a good thing. He lay back against one of the ancient trees, and allowed himself to enjoy the warmth of the campfire. Night was fast approaching; a time when these great beasts would return to their nests for the evening. Corrin had found a group of three the day before. Their nest was not very far from where he'd made camp, both a boon and a curse. He was downwind of them for now, but if the wind shifted, he was going to have a very bad evening.
Breathing a quiet sigh, the Tal'verda kinsmen ran a hand through his short brown hair, and ran his fingers along the helmet in his lap. Where was Kix?
[member="Ijaat Akun"]
Of course, Corrin would not do this alone. He'd sent out a message to his kin, [member="Kix Tal'Verda"], in hopes of having a bit of help. He would have simply gone to Kurs'tay'lir for assistance, but he was not yet ready to reveal himself to the clan once again. They needed a leader, a man worthy of his father's legacy. Corrin was not ready yet, but his time would come soon enough. He just needed to prove himself here to show that he had the heart of a Mandalorian: the soul of a Mandalore.
His camp was a small one housed within a small valley two klicks from the Tal'verda fortress. The season's heavy snowfall had just begun, freezing the lakes and making big game scarce. Now was the time that the great snow wolves began their hunt. They had often been spotted prowling around the Tal'verda homesteads, waiting for a young child to venture to far from the fort's safety. Recently, they'd given the settlement a wide berth. The wolves hunted alongside the Tal'verda these days, and both groups benefited from the alliance.
Corrin was troubled to explain how this worked, but he wasn't going to question a good thing. He lay back against one of the ancient trees, and allowed himself to enjoy the warmth of the campfire. Night was fast approaching; a time when these great beasts would return to their nests for the evening. Corrin had found a group of three the day before. Their nest was not very far from where he'd made camp, both a boon and a curse. He was downwind of them for now, but if the wind shifted, he was going to have a very bad evening.
Breathing a quiet sigh, the Tal'verda kinsmen ran a hand through his short brown hair, and ran his fingers along the helmet in his lap. Where was Kix?
[member="Ijaat Akun"]