don't threaten me with a good time
dragon
Gambler
Marauder
09-18-2021, 05:32 PM
Finally back on track to make it up to the north side of Boreas, the large mottled male figured he'd stop by the Battlefield for a few spars. A wintry chill had settled over the vast plains with a fine dusting of snow covering what little grass there was. Already, blood splatters seeped in, some fresh and some new. As always, a thick coppery scent hung in the air like a mist on an early Autumn morning. Adrenaline tingled in his body as he wandered aimlessly through his new favorite place. Hackles raised, tail at half-mast, Gilgamesh tilted his chin to the sky. Puffs of cloudy air formed around his nose and mouth as he exhaled a long solemn tune. It was a call to anyone who would answer his spar. Eagerness flashed across his yellow-colored eyes as he continued his slow amble. It would be easy enough to find him. His black, blue, and grey spotted coat stuck out against the white blanket of winter. Ready to prove himself, Gil kept his muscles warm and attention on the land surrounding him. SPEECH |
gilgamesh is aggressive, don't trust him