Step Into The Circle [FESTIVAL FIGHTER IC SIGNUP]

The fights had interested him, and he’d heard of races as well, which sounded fun. It was unlikely he would find a fellow horse here at the fights, but he made his way down the slope, just behind a scampering – and absolutely tiny – wolf pup.

He arrived in time for her pronouncement, a smile touching his soft, equine lips before he came to stand behind the group, towering over even the largest wolves in the group, catching a surprised glance from a few of the wolves—a dappled brown male, not to mention the Lady herself.

He called out in a soft rumble, voice carrying enough to reach her, “Taliesyn Trystan Tempestien, son of Obsidian.” He let the name of his mother hang in the air, seeing the recognition in her eyes and a thrill in his chest as he completed, “I would like to join the fights, if you would have me.”

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think