Waiting for Superman (Hati, Drash)

Madness. It shown in the greasy yellow eyes of the brute that stared back at him. Drashiel felt a slight twinge in his stomach but his face and stance showed only cold strength. Like a mountain. Fearless and impassive. But al the same he took in the others scars and knew himself to be in the presence of a warrior, one with more experience than he. But Drashiel was nearly 2 and had been training long and hard under a number of tutors. He would not give in to any fear. He was the ruler here not this peasant.


The pup called out to him, to the males surprise, but a little smile at last graced his maw. She was syncing right in with his story. A clever little doe to be sure and a potential asset to Indarra when she was fully grown.


Smile faded into a snarl as the other male stepped forward. "You can try, wretch" he hissed, "But I don't fall so easily." Drashiel held his ground, defenses falling into place. It was up to the other male now what would happen. Would he back off or would he fight?


"Speech"