White River Canyon

A game of attacker and defender. Ludovic’s eyes narrowed as he met Zagan’s fierce gaze, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. Was there ever going to be any other choice for a proper match up than he and Z? If Zagan wanted to play the aggressor, Fine. He’d indulge his brother’s eagerness and let him believe he held the upper hand. He let him approach, weaving through siblings, but he knew what was coming for him.

He stood relaxed, posture loose, appearing almost disinterested—letting Zagan make the first move. As Zagan lurked in the noise and motion, Ludovic remained still, senses heightened, waiting. He noted the shift in the sound of paws hitting the ground, Zagan’s coiled energy finally snapping as he lunged forward. But Ludovic anticipated the strike.

In one motion, he shifted his weight, dodging Zagan’s open jaws by mere inches. He felt the scrape of claws aiming for his forelimb and they caught him—so he attempted to aim a snap of his jaws at Zagan’s shoulder in return. His other three limbs plant themselves in an attempt to keep his balance.



"Ludovic Praetor-Inferos"