ooc: So this isn't meant to be a light and friendly fight I'm afraid, just in case Soliloquy didn't quite get that across in his intentions in the post below. I'm willing to be a little lax on default times, I'm pretty busy with work so doubt I'll stick to three days myself but I'll try respond as quickly as I can and I ask that you do the same.
Soliloquy had ran out of land in the North, it could have been easy to march right into the icy seas and yet once he had found his solitude again he had turned away from the North to continue his endless walking. His mental health had long gone it seemed and his physical health was following suit, the unkempt coat, thinning figure and lack of adequate food and rest had left him quite the mess. Despite all of that his travels had led him roughly along his original path and he found himself once more in the battlefield.
Somewhere around here his blood had already tainted the ground, the rain had surely washed it away however and the layer of snow certainly covered it if not. He had plenty more blood to spill to make up for that though, his own and someone else's. He had come to accept the fact that sometime soon he would die and he deserved that fate, it just wouldn't be today and it wouldn't be during this fight. None the less, pain demanded to be felt and caused. He wouldn't beckon anyone to him though, simply watch and wait quietly for someone to appear.
