The night air carried a chill with it as Iskandor padded through the forest, away from his home, his turquoise-streaked fur catching the pale glow of moonlight. He came to a clearing where the trees opened up to reveal the blood stained kissed ground of the Battlefield. He’d never been here before, but as it stood there was a merit in challenging new faces. New experiences, right? His piercing blue eyes scanned his surroundings, sharp; calculating. Steady on, he drew further into the proving ground.
Stopping in the center of the clearing, he raised his head high, his voice breaking the night’s quiet with a long, summoning howl. It was a call filled with purpose, carrying a challenge that echoed far and wide, searching for one bold enough to answer.
He paced the clearing, his gait tense, prepared for any response. His thoughts swirled with anticipation. Who would step forward?
