Nothing Wrong With A Little Blood
Rhazien
10-16-2023, 02:27 PM
Muscles flexed beneath the heaviness of a thick winter's coat. Tiros had grown quite bored in the short time in which they'd taken settlement in these lands. While Cirrus clearly took to easily killing off any who dared try to force themselves onto her, the Mireya male wanted nothing more but to hone his skills. It'd been long enough since the last he'd gotten into a meaningful spar or even a decent reason to fight. Which is how he found himself at the great wall his eyes seen 'pon arrival here. The several scents that clung to the lands here were faint, yet worth the perfect place to take on anyone that approached with intentions to entertain his vise. Inhaling sharply the crisp chilled air, he howled out to any who wished to take on his challenge. All four limbs spreading evenly against the terrain. Toes parted, while claws dug into the snowed ground for balance. Tail high and leveled in the air above his rear. Tip pointed to the straightening of his spine. Tiros silenced the howl to travel as it may. Head steady. Ready to tuck to block the soft open area of his throat. If he did not leave here bleeding, he ensured one of them would. "Tiros Mireya"
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