Knife Sharpener
09-30-2013, 12:28 PM
His bleached paws would tear over the cold earth, winter was finding its grip quicker than expected. The confusion that ran through his mind had grown thicker as the days grew colder, and unconsciously he had found himself back where he had lost his first battle. Artemis had claimed her dominance over him those months ago, and now he felt the need to prove himself to himself. Did he deserve any type of respect if he could not even prove himself a worthy opponent? Well it seemed like he would find out today. He found himself once again at the rim of the battlefield, its contents scarce and quite desolate, save for the proud form that stood stoic. Was it possible that this wolf too needed to reassurance of battle. His lanky form would saunter closer to the other pale being, his own physique proudly showing. He was the size of a full grown wolf, almost a year old. He would find himself facing his opponent, face neutral. My name is Ares. I would like to challenge you to a spar. Speech, |