Roll Call
Elysium Fight Training
11-02-2022, 03:20 PM
A fight training had been called, and unfortunately, Ifrit had been the furthest away when it went out. He frowned as he hurried towards it, though he knew he was going to be late. The horned beast was still getting used to things around here, being a part of a pack that had real structure to it after pretty much having lax laws and no real goals in sight prior to joining. He had gotten used to his rogue life, the raids on the unfortunate souls who got caught in the crosshairs, and the chaotic energy of those he ran with. But here was different. This pack had goals and expectations, and he didn't want to let them down. More importantly, didn't want to let himself down. Not like his father had. Where had the bastard gone off to now? He hadn't seen Ignis or his siblings in a long time...and he was curious to know how the others were doing and where their lives had led them. Arriving to the already gathered group, Ifrit slowed to an abrupt halt, panting hard from his race against time to get here. Still, it seemed his efforts had been in vain. "Sorry I'm late," He muttered as he settled in to see what they'd be doing. |