No Glory

*Torin* · (This post was last modified: 08-28-2020, 10:23 AM by Torin.)

[For plot reasons: Liquid timing the thread to slightly before the Lirim meeting]

The pale boy could feel himself getting antsy, his mother had clearly drifted from the pack and it left Torin unsure where he stood in regards to his carefully thought out plans. He needed an out, a release of some sort to help him work through his nervous energy so he could think clearly again. As much as he was sure he could get that release from challenging his father or any of his siblings a part of him longed to find new opponents, face different techniques and hopefully learn something new.

So his paws drew him towards the battlefield, the ground here was was verdant and pleasing to the eye but the acrid tang of blood and sweat and adrenaline lay thick in the air and seemed to have seeped into the very earth itself. A call grabbed his attention and the boy trotted towards the challenge. A woman, smaller than himself but otherwise just as imposing appeared to be the source and he approached with marked caution. "If it was you who called for an opponent, then I am willing to oblige."

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