It seemed that orienting his thoughts was a much more difficult task than he initially thought. His head was so foggy, he couldn’t think straight. And this only made him angry. He kicked at the sand as he approached the tide. Letting the water wash over his paws as he was left in a daze.
It seemed that he was so disoriented- or inwardly focused, rather- that he didn’t notice the vibrantly marked obsidian brute that he vaguely identified as Scald only a short way down the beach. The sudden movement of the other boy rising out of the tide was what caught his attention. Blinking through a narrowed gaze, his ears perked just as an acknowledgment was called out. Just as he drew an inhale to answer, he was met with a question. Did he have to talk so loud? Aresenn grit his teeth a moment to repress the desire to cause a confrontation. “It seems I might have went a little too hard last night.” He answered after a couple of slow breaths.
“… You?” The Praetor boy eventually asked in response. Not that he was particularly invested in the condition of the other yearling. However, it seemed to be an appropriate response for the moment.
Juggernaut
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