Tórnach was far from home.
His family had lost their home before he'd even been alive for a full year, banished to a wet, soggy estuary that was so different from his somewhat arid plains that it was bewildering. His mother had forbidden them to return, or even to interact with the pack that had taken their home. She was going to take care of everything. Her and Regulus.
She'd arranged for regular patrols of their home to protect them from the pack so close to them, and Tórnach was more than happy to take part, especially since he'd only just recently been given the freedom to roam the plains before they'd been kicked out and he'd never gotten the chance to exercise that freedom before finding himself in the estuary. It was nice to stretch his legs, nice to be needed, but he felt like he wasn't doing enough. Not like his mother, not like Reg.
But now he was a yearling. He was an adult, even if he wasn't recognized as such yet. He was free to move about the lands where he wished without being supervised. It wasn't a privilege he took for granted, or that he would abuse or use on a whim. He had no wish to worry his mother unnecessarily. She already had enough to worry about. No, he had a very important plan in mind for this journey.
He wasn't satisfied with just being one of the kids. Sheltered from danger until his mother thought he was ready. He wanted... craved more knowledge than he could get from any one person, no matter who she was. He needed to be more capable, more ready, to protect his family. He would never be Regulus - Regulus was the oldest, and the one everyone looked to. Tórnach wasn't interested in peoples' attention, or anything like that. Regulus was better with dealing with that aspect of their family anyway. But he could be a silent guardian, and learn everything and be ready for anything.
He'd left word with his father where he was going, and had left his mother a goose as something of an apology for leaving without telling her directly and for not being there to contribute, then he'd set off in this general direction knowing he'd find what he was looking for here.
He took a deep breath, the unfamiliar scent hitting him with an almost physical shock. The battlefield. His mother had been giving him training, here and there, and he'd been learning to hunt which were very nearly interchangeable in many aspects, but he'd never gotten into a real fight, with a stranger. Someone who was a complete unknown. An unpredictable variable.
He settled his tall, lanky gray frame into a strong stance, deep blue eyes surveying the land around him and his ears straight up at attention. This was the first step to becoming what he wanted to be. A deep breath - once more drawing the scent of the battlefield into his nose - and he lifted his head in a youthful call for someone to join him to spar.
Tórnach vs ? for spar
Round 0/?
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