if these walls could speak
01-23-2022, 12:26 PM
The moment Tyrian's foot touched sand he knew to be wary. There was a solemn silence akin to the moment an invested crowd leans in to see what happens next that immediately had his attention. The difference was that he was alone. As Tyrian stepped out of the shadows and onto the arena floor his eyes were drawn to the ground. It was clear from the general wear of the stone and drops and smears of dried blood that the grounds were used often and recently. It struck him as curious, then, that it was empty, but as he was unfamiliar with this side of Boreas Tyrian chalked it up to his ignorance. The emptiness could be do to the time of day (early morning), local custom, or any number of other things. The reverent feeling stuck with him as he explored. No part of the grounds seemed off limits to violence; there were signs of struggle everywhere. The participants too were equally unregulated if he had his guess because Tyrian found evidence of bear, badger and lion among the heavy wolf scent. He was intrigued. Perhaps this place was the battlefield's less formal rival? Tyrian flipped over an abandoned helmet and was surprised to find its top side scored with deep claw marks and- he squinted- were those singe marks? "" |
