Starlight, Star Bright

The summer heat brought a distinct restlessness to the Adravendi, one that was compounding the increasingly urgent call in his head to get out there, to gather together those who'd follow him. To declare himself to the world so that the world would acknowledge the true Adravendi bloodline, to bring glory to that name that it had not known for some time. The stars overhead guided his restless feet to the grounds he'd walked so many times. He'd spent his blood here as currency for his skill in battle. He'd come to offer that trade once again, and as if in omen a star streaked across the sky. He followed it with his eyes, gaze going icy within those crystal blue pupils as his resolve condensed within him, a promise to his mother who had died before she could see her children grown. He would be known.

A call drew him from his reverie. It took a moment to drag his mind back from the future he was building within it, the plans he was making and the foundation he was constantly laying for it. He was turning to stride towards the call before his thoughts had entirely returned, and with little memory of the steps between he found himself standing facing the same man he'd fought both lion and bear with. "You again," he said wryly. It seemed every time he'd met this man they'd both been in mortal peril. Artur glanced about warily for the man's better half. If she was here, no doubt next they'd be attacked by a tiger who happened to den where they were standing. But she was nowhere in sight, and with relief that he wouldn't admit to himself (but for real, he did need a bit of a break from near-death experiences with large animals, probably) he turned his attention fully to the other male, settling into a warrior's stance. "I've seen you fight," he observed aloud dispassionately. "It will be good to truly experience your skill first-hand."

WC: 336
TWC: 605