Trial Number One
09-03-2013, 02:33 AM
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Walk | Talk | Think Recent events had made him all the more aware of his faults and shortcomings. Tortuga had been taken from his pack. From him. For so long the grey wolf had considered it home, had stayed by it through one loss in the hopes of returning, and then once he had it was only to lose it again. Exasperation with the repeat of events, as well as a growing sense of attachment with the location being the burial site for his mother, had made him long to rush right onto the volcanic mountain and attempt to claim it back himself, age and inexperience be damned. But Rune had always been of a rational mind. True, it had taken quite a bit for him to calm down from this loss, but the stakes were too high. Risk bodily harm or take the time to become better prepared and risk merely hurt pride. Pride seemed an easier loss. So, once he had cleared his mind and gotten past the initial anger, he had set out for the Battlefield, cutting a path through the dreary landscape with a solemn look about his face, a frown drawing his brow downward above his pale blue eyes. Surely there was someone around here that he could test his mettle against? Play fights and pretend spars as children were nothing to use as a history for getting himself into a challenge; he needed actual and literal training, anything to give him a slim advantage when it finally came time to face whoever it was that had pulled Tortuga out from underneath Morphine's paws. Stopping amid the mess of bloodied earth and scattered bones, Rune took a moment to further compose himself before tilting his head back in a quick howl, hoping that whoever intended to answer might do so in a timely manner so that he could recoup and be back for another spar soon. OOC: Rune wants a spar so he can get a better grasp of battle. c: Anyone welcome. |
