Sharpen Your Teeth
Their stroll across the fields of battle wouldn't last very long. From across the horizon came a figure, and as that figure drew closer, Dragon could pick out the scent of a female. He thought nothing much of it at first, until she spoke. He would face her, emerald eyes studying the larger female. She was older than him by a year at least, and she was a pretty one at that. But he wasn't here to try and pick up girls. He was here for one thing, and that was to get some practice in to hone his skills. He wasn't the best fighter, nor was he the worst, but he didn't have too many fights under his belt to brag about. Kimahri paused at his side, his eyes roaming the woman's figure. She seemed the formidable opponent, this would be interesting for sure.
"I am here looking for a fight, yes. And obviously you're up for the task of one as well." He responded. He didn't know what kind of wolf she was, nor what her manners were like, but he figured he'd start by introducing himself. He wasn't in a bad mood, in fact, he was in a decent mood. Any other day he might have skipped introductions, be he often liked to know who his opponents were in the event he crossed paths with them in the future. On top of that he also liked to put a name to a face, instead of calling them stranger all the time. "My name is Dragon. Does my opponent have a name? Or shall I just call you that one stranger I fought with?" His eye sparked with humor, though whether or not she would receive it that way was beyond him. He always did enjoy being among those who had some sort of humor. |
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.