When It All Shifts Red [Fight Training]

Dimosthenes · 09-02-2022, 08:41 AM

D i m o s t h e n e s

Dimosthenes kept moving through the green grasses. The air was warm on his fur, but not so much as to be unbearable. The valley curved down to a clear blue river edged by sand, and Dime walked along it -- trying his best not to let his paws get wet, but not trying too hard, since the sky was as blue as the water and the sun was at his back and the air smelled of light and adventure. Dime hadn't drawn since he was a pup etching lines in the sand when he was bored, but somehow he wished he could render it on some canvas. He snorted a little at his own softness, but there was less disdainful venom in it than usual.

As he kept moving, he spotted two orangey wolves, one much smaller than the other. He trotted closer, wagging his tail gently to show he wasn't here for a fight. Not a true one anyway, he wouldn't actually mind a good spar. He wasn't terrible at fighting, but that was no reason not to try to get better at it. Besides, it was fun. He was bored and tired of doing nothing. It was hard to have fun when you were alone all the time.

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