Nothing Says Bonding like Blood

*Aros* · 12-14-2013, 10:01 AM

The wind bit at him, and Aros found himself smiling. This is a marvelous land indeed, He thought to himself. Impra named this land as well, as she had done for so many others, and he mulled it over in his mind. Soul Sand Cove, eh? He could not help but to agree with her. Not that he'd asked, he reminded himself. As it was, recently Aros had found himself struggling to hang on to his old lessons. This land was changing him, perhaps. It was too much like home, he felt comfortable amongst the hardship. Impra's opinions should matter nothing to him. She was nothing more than a vessel homeward, all he needed to do was win her from her father. That was his goal here, and he would be damned to forget.

A sudden sense of panic welled up inside of him. Was he losing himself? Changing? No, he could not do that, his honorable father had spent far to long training him. Molding him, both Aros and his brothers. He could not betray them like this, to go soft. Impra was nothing more to him than a bloodline and a pretty face. He grit his teeth, forcing himself to believe it. He whirled on Impra, desperate eyes shining like bronze coals. "Fight me," he said, voice rougher than he'd intended. He meant to propose a spar with a calm, collected head. But this was no small matter now, he needed it. The fight, the scars, the blood. He needed to know if the old him was still buried under the soil of this new world, if his roots would still lead him home. "Please."

"Speech," Thoughts,

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