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The Westerner [Practice Spar]



Sin

Somnium

age
6 Years
gender
Male
gems
18
size
Large
build
Emaciated
posts
371
player
Dragon Mod
12-12-2013, 06:59 AM (This post was last modified: 12-12-2013, 06:59 AM by Sin.)




It was time to seek out an opponent, to test his skills against an unknown. It had been some time since he had actually tried a fair fight, usually he just killed when the other displeased him without a warning. The taste of metallic blood always soothing on his tongue. The stains on his pelt as vibrant as ever. Long has his pelt been stained by the blood of those who wrongly crossed him, so long in fact that the blood is neither dried nor fresh. It seemed to just seep into the pores of his skin and his pelt would forever show the strange markings that were put upon him since birth. Perhaps that was when he unknowingly acquired a taste for blood.

Stepping nimbly over the strewn rocks and torn earth from past battles, he would leap gracefully atop a boulder, overlooking the scene. The sky was clouded with pregnant clouds threatening to spill the snow. The ground below cold, hard. Perhaps a little too hard to get a good grip, as even his sharpened claws seemed barely able to scratch no more then half an inch of the surface. It displeased him, but sometimes things happened in the arena that could not be helped. It was only a minor setback, nothing too important.

So with eager chords his head shifted to meet the sky, a single note howling into the frigid air. The sun weakly gleaming on his pelt though continued to be continuously hidden from view by the clouds. The windswept lands would surely bring him an opponent. Fortunately for them, this day would not bring death nor severe damage. He merely needed a practice partner, a tool to help him check where his skills were. He would, for once, not be angry if he lost. Although he would still remain in the goal to win. Loss was never an option, but if it was for nothing more then to practice then he didn't care. His hollow note ended, and he waited on top of his makeshift look out point. Amber eyes scanning, always scanning. The wind tugging at his fur.





Speech,