You can see the world
03-21-2014, 05:44 PM
They had gathered, one by one - after the call of their Knight, his uncle. Kyarst Armada moved swiftly, as swift as his consistently ailing lungs would allow. He'd gotten used to it, the burning sensation - the constant desire to cough and hack whenever he overexerted himself. Oddly enough it only pushed him to train harder, to fight the pain and the ailment in order to better himself - to beat the odds. Kyarst Armada would never be easily beat. His blue-hued form came into view a few yards behind Lysis. He would bring his bodice to her right, twisting his fur into her own in stark contrast. She was so much lighter than he, it was remarkable that they could claim to be of the same line. She most certainly took after her mother, he assumed. His tail sought to intertwine with hers, playing at affection before the wraith moved past her, closer to his uncle. So close, in fact, that he very nearly heard every breath that Ortzi took. ?Uncle,? he breathed, proudly and confidently. ?I am ready.? His lungs burned just from the travel, but he didn't let it show. The task seemed simple enough, it was something he'd done before: climbing a tree. Still, he was nowhere near perfect, and practice was an essential thing. Tail wagged once to display his eagerness before he focused his emerald stare upon his uncle. ?speak,? |
Kyarst is 2 years old, 142 lbs, and 36" tall. This is your warning. He is prone to acts of violence including but not limited to: maims, claims, dominance challenges, etc. He is also prone to foul language. Also, Lysis is allowed to pop into his threads whenever she pleases, as the two are almost always close to one another.