No Disrespect [Pack Challenge]
06-07-2019, 01:35 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-07-2019, 01:35 PM by Pyrrhic.)
Tsarvix, it seemed, was unsettled by the mortal crowd. Pyrrhic shot him a scrutinizing glance to try to figure just how deep his anxiety ran. He himself was unperturbed by the steadily growing numbers. His father had braved this battlefield on more than one occasion and come away from it unscathed. He could too.
”If they try they will regret it,” he said firmly before adding in a softer tone, ”Calm yourself, Tsarvix, and enjoy the show. I hear these things can get quite raucous and I want to learn as much as I can from these mortals.”
To Proserpina, who appeared at his shoulder suddenly enough to cause him to tense briefly, Pyrrhic replied wryly, ”Terribly, I hope.”
Though Pyrrhic was a bit excited to witness his first melee it simply wasn’t to be. The challengee never showed and so the challenger won without so much as a whiff of a fight. Pyrrhic was disappointed. He had hoped for a spectacle, for proof that the heathen mortals were beneath him. What he got was...nothing. Well, not nothing. He know knew the face of Boreas’ newest alpha. That little scrap of information was next to nothing, but still.
A tall, pale woman some distance away caught his eye. She was alone and that ultimately was what had captured his attention. The rest of those gathered seemed to clump together loosely, but even standing behind the challenger the woman seemed apart from the rest.
To no one in particular he mused, ”Perhaps today hasn’t been a bust after all.” After a beat he took a deep clarifying breath and then said to Tsarvix, ”I wish to speak to that woman. You can join me if you like, but you mustn’t glare or you’ll scare her away.” To Proserpina he said, ”We’re going to stay in Boreas for awhile so if you make it home before us please tell my father about today.”
With that he was off at a lazy amble towards Marvel. His expression was good-natured and his demeanor relaxed but his approach was calculated. He hadn’t come to the battlefield to make friends but that didn’t mean he had to walk away empty-handed. ”I don’t know about you, but I thought that was a bit disappointing.”
”If they try they will regret it,” he said firmly before adding in a softer tone, ”Calm yourself, Tsarvix, and enjoy the show. I hear these things can get quite raucous and I want to learn as much as I can from these mortals.”
To Proserpina, who appeared at his shoulder suddenly enough to cause him to tense briefly, Pyrrhic replied wryly, ”Terribly, I hope.”
Though Pyrrhic was a bit excited to witness his first melee it simply wasn’t to be. The challengee never showed and so the challenger won without so much as a whiff of a fight. Pyrrhic was disappointed. He had hoped for a spectacle, for proof that the heathen mortals were beneath him. What he got was...nothing. Well, not nothing. He know knew the face of Boreas’ newest alpha. That little scrap of information was next to nothing, but still.
A tall, pale woman some distance away caught his eye. She was alone and that ultimately was what had captured his attention. The rest of those gathered seemed to clump together loosely, but even standing behind the challenger the woman seemed apart from the rest.
To no one in particular he mused, ”Perhaps today hasn’t been a bust after all.” After a beat he took a deep clarifying breath and then said to Tsarvix, ”I wish to speak to that woman. You can join me if you like, but you mustn’t glare or you’ll scare her away.” To Proserpina he said, ”We’re going to stay in Boreas for awhile so if you make it home before us please tell my father about today.”
With that he was off at a lazy amble towards Marvel. His expression was good-natured and his demeanor relaxed but his approach was calculated. He hadn’t come to the battlefield to make friends but that didn’t mean he had to walk away empty-handed. ”I don’t know about you, but I thought that was a bit disappointing.”
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