Heavy Rain

*Lament* · 05-13-2019, 06:46 PM

Lament Pyre

The white wolf introduced himself, giving names he was unfamiliar with. Not a surprise, there was very little that was familiar to him these days. “I am Lament” his voice was soft, pitched to carry to Acere, and no further. Considering the short distance between them, that didn’t exactly take much.

Who was he? A good question, and he wished he held more of an answer. He knew there was more that came after Lament, he just didn’t know what. He had a family, a culture, a home. Whatever they might have been, they were just shadows to him now.

The rain continued to fall, soaking his coat, darkening the red tones, and bringing out the silver in his gaze. His eyes still shifted to the other wolf’s paws, he did not make eye contact, and occasionally his paw would move in quick, elegant gestures. He didn’t make many, he had little emotion to display before a battle.

“Would you like to go first, Acere Praetor?” Lament’s voice invited the man, and the warrior held his stance, limber and prepared. His balance in the balls of his feet, as the slighter man’s strength was in his speed, and his unnaturally long fangs that fell silver from his lips.

Lament vs Acere for spar

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