Let's Go A Little Harder

N/A · 05-13-2019, 01:17 PM

Félicien dipped his head as a figure bearing a familiar scent emerged from the bushes. “A surprise to see you again as well, Avalon.” The male lifted his muzzle and attempted to focus on her form. It was getting harder and harder with each day to make out the appearances of those around him… he didn’t doubt that he was on his way to full blindness. It frustrated him more than the mercenary cared to admit. But worse yet were his failing fighting skills. What did he have, if not that? He gave a half-hearted chuckle and shrugged, letting his guard down around the woman.

“Alive.” The single word left his lips. “That tournament they held at the end of winter… well, I participated.” His gaze turned skyward, silver orbs partially covered by white film. “I was in two fights. Lost them both.” He tsked. “I’m losing my edge.” He eased to the earth and shook his head.

“I never told you much about myself, Avalon.” Félicien continued. “Then again… I wasn’t expecting to be the one out of my group of friends to still be around after all this time. Alone.” There was a heaviness in the old man’s heart though he didn’t show it on his face. He kept it hidden well.

“Fighting was like breathing to me. As a youth I was a mercenary… but even then…” The man furrowed his brow. “Few were close to me.” Félicien let out a quiet sigh.

“I haven’t seen the two I was closest to in, well, years. The only two to make it to this land.” The man let out another half-hearted chuckle.

“This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. I should have died long ago on the battlefield.” The french man growled lightly. “Mais le destin est une maîtresse cruelle. {But fate is a cruel mistress.} He turned his gaze back towards Avalon.

“But enough of this dreary downcast talk, oui? What have you been up to, Mademoiselle?”

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