ardent

Become the best

Mac



Macabre

Loner

Intermediate Hunter (30)

Intermediate Intellectual (30)

age
3 Years
gender
Male
gems
111
size
Medium
build
Balanced
posts
118
player
Talia

Samhain 2022Statue 3 WorshipThe Ooze Participant
12-09-2021, 08:35 AM (This post was last modified: 12-09-2021, 08:35 AM by Macabre. Edited 1 time in total.)
Mac always looked forward to training with his older brother. The peckled child was beginning to look up to him more by the day, even moreso than the rest of his siblings. As they headed towards the familiar figure of the falls, the child smirked to himself, feeling quite superior to the rest of his littermates. Yeah, sure, they could think all they wanted - they all believed he was just being used. And somewhere, deep inside, he knew that but simply didn’t care. It was a mutual relationship. He didn things for Misery, and in return for his work, Misery would teach him things as well. That’s how life worked, as far as the young boy had seen in his short life; in order to receive what you wanted, you needed to provide something in return. So yeah, even if it meant he had to do chores and whatnot for his older brother, he knew it was because it would all pay off in time. And his siblings would see how strong he’d become, and he didn’t need any tiger claws or a large body for that. He’d be strong from raw strength and practice.

As they approached the base of the falls, the boy listened as Misery explain what they’d be doing. His tail wagged in the imoending excitement, his wide grin curling his lips. The word ‘spar’ was like the word ‘food’ to a dog - he fought to keep himself from wiggling enthusiastically. He’d be sparring with his older brother, the coolest brother ever! And a private lesson at that, all to himself - how lucky was he? Though Mis mentioned he wasn’t the best fighter, but it was good practice to fight wolves with differing combat styles, Mac nodded aggreably. And his siblings thought he was the fool? No, they were, for thinking he was just being led around. He’d get better and stronger under his older brother’s guidance, and he’d have the last laugh.

"I want you to be the best, Macabre..don’t let me down. Think you can?" Mis asked him. Mac dipped into a play bow, tail wagging and face bright and energetic. "Yeah! Let’s do this!" He chirped, ready to go. Whether Misery needed him to start the first move or quickly assess the opponent at hand first, he didn’t know. But he was ready for anything, and it was fun all the while.

i’m evil to the core!—
what i shouldn’t do i will
they say i’m emotional—
what i want to save i’ll kill