let the ravens gather

*Nemesis* · 09-16-2014, 06:26 PM

Hot on the heels of his brother, Nemesis entered the battlefield. Until the late night call had rung out, the boy had been frog hunting. He'd found that the best time to catch them was at night, so after the sun had gone down he'd begun making efforts to stuff himself to the gills. Th boy had just settled down with his latest catch when the challenger howled. Without a second thought he'd abandoned the frog (who immediately seized the opportunity to flee).

Upon reaching the challenger, the boy openly gawked at her. She was nothing like he expected. His imagination had been running wild during his trip to the battlefield. Until the image had been shattered by reality, Nemesis' imagination had flitted between pegging her as a grotesque giant ready to tear his home apart, and a puny, insignificant weakling that would be easily defeated. She didn't fit into either of those molds readily.

For once the boy was quiet, his boisterous nature stifled, as he moved to sit by his brother. The ominous feel of the battlefield seemed to suck the energy right out of him, leaving a feeling of unease in its place. Well, it was either that or the weight of the frogs on his stomach. He couldn't tell.

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