I Walk Alone...

His first time in the battlefield since having arrived in Alacritis and what a sight it was to behold. Blood-stained grounds, chunks of rotting flesh, desecrated carcasses and skulls of fallen victims and warriors alike. This wasn't a place that any wolf would like to visit, especially if the circumstances surrounded life or death. Why was Pontifex here then if he wasn't going to duel anyone? He wasn't too sure. He'd been wandering again, exploring his new home and the area surrounding it. Though the battlefield was the farthest place he'd gone from Seracia since having joined. It was empty, eerily so, or so he thought until he caught a whiff of another brute in the area. The esquire tracked the scent until his golden gaze came across the stranger. He seemed to be looking for someone, or something, he wasn't too sure. Are you looking for something? he called out to the stranger, frame tense with uneasiness. This new man could be a threat and he had to stay on his paws.


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