Winds of Change [spar]
Mom wasn't very happy lately, and he'd been able to tell from the way she often left to find quiet time or patrol, her irritation coming off of her in waves. Now that he had time off from babysitting today, he took off for the day to go find something to do, and what better way then to occupy his time with a spar? His first one at that. He'd done a lesson in Imperium, so his knowledge was limited. Still, it would come naturally, right? If not, then he hoped that training and stuff would pick up real soon. He didn't want to have to be the one to find an outsider to teach him.
It had taken him a while, but he'd made it to the battlefield where it stunk of victory and defeat, remnants of old bones and the stench of despair clung to the air and ground like a leech to its host. The large male lumbered along, intent on finding a good place to roll out the mat and see if anyone came by. But before he could find the perfect spot, a soft howl nearby caught his attention, and the male felt inclined to answer. After all, it saved him the trouble of having to do it himself. Upon finding the caller, he was surprised to find a smaller female, a pretty one too, calling for a partner to dance with so to speak. The boy stopped about ten feet away, green gaze glinting with curiosity. "Hey, you called for a fight or somethin'? I'm interested. In a fight, I mean." Dammit, well this was awkward already. Then again, it was his first time so he wasn't sure how to formally approach another on this field. |
Dragon never goes anywhere without his Dragon armor, assume he is always wearing it unless otherwise mentioned! He also has a pair of seeing eye jaguars, assume they're always present unless otherwise mentioned.