He had lazed about too long. It was time he stepped up his game, to earn his true title as a would be viking. His heart still lay on the line, divided by Mystic and Yfir, but he hoped that someday he would convince the female to come home with him. It would be hard on both ends, to accept each other, but Hypnos wanted both worlds. But as it was he could not keep living with a paw in each, and someday he was going to have to make a choice. He just hoped that when the time came it was the right one.
He would breathe in, throwing back his head as he called for his brethren of Yfir. He wanted to fight. To test his skills. See where he needed to improve. He needed this, above all, he needed to show himself that he was still alive. That he was right for Yfir and that he didn't need to feel like he had to leave. Claws would dig into the earth, his eyes shining brightly.
