On Flaming Heels
12-01-2016, 08:41 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-01-2016, 08:44 PM by Dragon.)
Large paws stepped into a land that he'd never been to before, but it appeared to be similar to the battlefield back in Boreas. Except...more sinister. Ears flicked as the young male walked around, the ground littered with old bones and..."Gross..." He would spot a dead corpse, it's throat torn out and its body rotting away as the buzzards picked at it. "I'd hate to be whoever that was." He muttered to himself. Going further onto the land, he could hear the distant and nearby sounds of others fighting. So he took it that this place was indeed the place to look for a fight or two. Breathing deeply, he shook out his fur and tilted his head to the sky. Calling for an opponent to spar with him.
OOC: I'd like to keep default time on this please and thank you~ |
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.