Must be rough

Their wound had scarred just as it had been expected. Melanthios breathed in and out in a calm succession with their fiery gaze scanning the bloodsoaked terrain for unfamiliar faces. Their previous days had been spent healing and now that they had, well, it was time to get their act together and begin searching for more sparring partners. They refused to get lazy… and they knew the only way they would find themselves content is with their body in motion. Fighting with like breathing to them… natural. Perhaps a brutish routine to most… but Melanthios wouldn’t have it any other way. One didn’t need to kill or scar another to feel satisfaction in battle either.

Hearing a howl calling for a challenger Melanthios wasted no time in changing course for the one that called. They weren’t sure what to expect, or whom they’d find, but they were still satisfied when they saw the potential opponent. Melanthios had learned to never underestimate smaller wolves… even those as small as their cousin Gavroche. They smiled, red-orange eyes shining with delight as they called to the stranger during their approach.

“Greetings. You have called and we have come.” Mela smiled. “We are Melanthios Kedieo, child of Phoenix and Einarr and grandchild of Lady Keno.” They dropped into a more defensive stance, dipping their head to their opponent. “Whenever you are ready. May the Goddess smile on you.”