No masters or kings
01-04-2016, 01:22 AM
The man's paws were itching for something to do, for someone to challenge his skills once again. He needed to better himself, it was all he ever sought to do. He needed to work his muscles, feel the burn, and practice the movements he would require in order to defend himself and fight for victory in whatever endeavors he chased in the future. What better place to find a sparring partner than the battlefield? Every other wolf would be looking for the same opportunity.
It was with great enthusiasm that he found himself a potential partner. Claws digging into the snow, he rushed toward the dark-coated man with the mismatched eyes. Xephyris came to a bounding halt about ten feet in front of the other, his posture tall and shoulders squared, tail waving high challenge. "I'd be much obliged to test your limits, stranger," he rumbled, eagerness clear in his body, his tone, even his cold silver eyes. He wondered if the other was just as eager.
It was with great enthusiasm that he found himself a potential partner. Claws digging into the snow, he rushed toward the dark-coated man with the mismatched eyes. Xephyris came to a bounding halt about ten feet in front of the other, his posture tall and shoulders squared, tail waving high challenge. "I'd be much obliged to test your limits, stranger," he rumbled, eagerness clear in his body, his tone, even his cold silver eyes. He wondered if the other was just as eager.