Fuel to the Flame

Ludovic stood among the others, feeling the oppressive heat wrap around him like a thick, suffocating cloak. But he was relaxed, his mind sharp, calculating. He could feel the eyes of the others around him, their energies and attention focused ahead. His father’s speech was a challenge, it required them to be more than the physical prowess of an individual. The idea of unity was hardly new, yet it was something some of them struggled to embody fully. Ludovic smirked, eyes catching the fiery pelt of his sister Araxina for a moment.

His muscles tensed slightly as he imagined the trial to come. They weren’t here just to be tested physically, but mentally—how they coordinated, how they communicated under pressure, how advantageous it was to strike as one. Testing the limits of loyalty. he mused, his tail giving a slow, thoughtful flick behind him.



"Ludovic Praetor-Inferos"