Build Me Up, Make Me Stronger

Although he usually kept to himself as his introverted nature tended to be, Stolas was doing his best (only partially at his father's recommendation) to socialize and be more present with his family. It was not that Stolas did not love his family or anything—quite the contrary actually!—but that he found it easier to focus in on himself, losing himself in his studies of the stars and the celestial heavens and now beginning to dabble into the more occultish interests he had discovered. So when Seere came to ask him to help her with her fighting training, it was a knee-jerk reaction for Stolas to want to dismiss his small sister. "Seere, I'm very busy at the-" The yearling wolf caught his tongue, realizing he was doing it again. The brushing off of others, the deflecting and ignoring that he had to get better at. With a sigh, the tall, lanky lad closed his book and gave his monochrome sister a smile. "Actually, some training sounds lovely right now."

Stolas had followed Seere out into the alabaster trees of the birch forest that surrounded the Abraxas shrine he really wanted to start studying some more, letting his littler sibling choose the location for their sparring today. The dark-furred Abraxas-Destruction prince had donned his bracers and taken his dagger with him, not because he intended to use them on his sister, but because he needed to get used to fighting other wolves with them on. Moving with things attached to your body still felt strange. Once Seere had found a suitable arena in a clearing for them to use, Stolas stepped up and surveyed the land with keen graphite gray eyes. Seere, the bubble of joy and happiness that she always was, explained to him what she wanted to work on and how he could help her. Her mood was infectious, and with a small smile of his own, Stolas nodded. That would be easy enough!

"Very well, but I won't hold anything back, okay?" he warned her in advance. "Father wants me to get used to fighting with my new equipment, and the only way I can get better is if I give it my all. If I start getting too rough, just let me know." He did not suspect he would actually be able to hurt Seere in the course of their training spar, but there was also a good two foot difference in their heights. Shaking out his coat and stretching to limber up his muscles, Stolas took his rudimentary battle stance and waited for Seere to give him the go ahead. "Ready?" Once Seere told him to begin, Stolas wasted no time and launched himself at the smaller female, large paws thundering over the ground as he lunged for her, his head held low and aligned with his spine with jaws open aimed to snatch at Seere's neck. He would aim to use his greater height and weight to scoop her off her paws and tackle her to the ground, paying attention to the way he had to maneuver with his bracers on his legs.

WC: 518
Total: 803 / 1500

"Stolas Abraxas-Destruction"