rough & tumble

OOC; no defaults unless it gets way out of hand, like 10 days or more haha. you can choose the # of rounds & make the first move if you like

The wind blew, ruffling his mother-mirroring coat. An ear flickered idly, noting the whistling sound the wind made when it whipped through the sound. The water rushing by almost made it indistinguishable, but one who lived here and spent time here often could note it if they listened hard enough. He liked the whistling sound, it made the wind seem alive - powerful. There was a magic to the wind when it made noise. It didn't take very long for Drashiel to arrive, which led Kyarst to believe that he wasn't too busy to engage in a little horseplay. He hoped his kin would oblige him, but as he'd previously deduced - he could always find another partner. "Drashy," he chided fondly, recalling the first day he'd met Drashiel and how he'd nicknamed him in a feat of childlike innocence. He'd rather liked Drashiel then, who'd brought him a lemming to play with, and he still liked him now - a testament to his adoration of his family. "I'm bored. D'you wanna spar?" By some miracle he hadn't yet taken on the eloquent speech of an adult, though there was a more baritone timbre to his voice that differed from the tenor notes he'd once sung. speech,