White River Canyon

Laying in the heart of a sun-drenched meadow, Abyss had their raven companion sitting between their paws, meticulously plucking any stray feathers that caught their attention. An endless blue sky was cast above them, the sun emitting a golden glow across the meadow. But it was hot, even this far North. With a low grumble, they considered retiring to a shady spot- but Father’s voice tore through the valley before they could decide. A summon to train. Abyss didn’t hesitate- they jumped to their paws, and started loping toward the call, while their raven took flight and soared above them.

Right after they arrived, Father was quick to the point. Situational awareness was today’s topic- he wanted them to pair up and role-play an attacker, and a defender. He left it up to them to pair up, and Abyss fell into deep thought, as they contemplated who would be an appropriate match. Their gaze swept across each of their siblings, falling on Xairo last. Hmpf. They’d never sparred with him before.

Prowling forward, Abyss’ movements are deliberate and purposeful, radiating a quiet air of confidence as they chose Xairo as their opponent. Once they stood before Xairo, Abyss would nod and close their eyes, following Father’s instructions.

Their ears were swiveled forward, turned in Xairo’s direction, trying to anticipate his movements. Their breathing slowed down, to drown the pounding of their heart. And their claws dug into the earth, their mind focusing on the vibrations in the earth, as they waited for their brother to attack.


"Abyssinica"