Fang and Claw
Lurid
Defender
Bloodletter
10-31-2020, 08:43 PM
Blackened sand was lapped at by frothy white waters, filling the quiet beach with a never-ending score of waves smacking against the shore mixed with the cry of sea-faring birds and gulls skimming the skies overhead. The late evening sun was starting its descent over the western horizon, casting the seas surrounding Boreas in a blend of inky blacks and fiery oranges. The usually cold lands were comfortably mild thanks to the summer weather, and the lone black and red wolf basked in the cool ocean breeze that swept over the coastline, rippling through his fur in the most pleasant way. A wide smile spread across his face as the smell of salt and sand surrounded him. Hmm... Yes, this will do nicely! the monstrous wolf thought to himself with glee.
When Alastor had suggested that he and Lurid partake in a proper spar to make sure neither had lost their edge, he had chosen this location solely for its impressive name. Now that he was here, he was happy to see that the terrain had lived up to his expectations. The beautiful blood-red sunset cast the sky in an impressive canvas of flame in the sky, and the peculiar obsidian sand would be soft enough to absorb impact and offer an interesting challenge when it came to footing. After pacing the area to ensure no one else was near to interrupt their spar, Alastor threw his head back and released a long, low howl for his empress, signaling where in the cove he was. The smiling onyx demon then sat down on the black sand, silhouetted by the burning sky, and waited for his ghost to appear.
The last time he had engaged with Lurid, she had him dead to rights. He had put up little to no fight against her dominance other than a few errant snaps at her snout, but this time the playing field would be much more level. No holding back, no pulling rank or dominance, just pure skill and strategy. Already Alastor couldn't wait, practically salivating at the chance to get to spar with his lifelong friend for the first time in months. He had kept up with his training; he had to in order to keep their pack safe. But had she? Only time would tell...
"Speech" — Thoughts
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