Growing into himself, coming into his own. Wake is growing into the long limbed, athletic, handsome man-- much like his father. The same build but louder. Everything about Wake is loud, including his presence on the battlefield today. Behind his siblings in his skills, he has more catching up to do than he'd like to admit. It's not a desire to catch up, but a desire to not get his ass handed to him, you know?

Winter sun chilly over his shoulders as he arrives within the wasteland that is the battlefield. Midday, though there's no reprieve from the cold. A bracing chill carries his call. Wake is out and looking for a fucken' brawl, no more and no less.

WAKE UP

Hala was resting for a while, it was until the call of another rang threw the silent air. It was a chilly day and the sun did little to warm cold bones. Ears fling back against her skull as a long proud cry was released from herself. Her body was relaxed however as the dark chocolate woman came into veiw. The master of his own brawl cry he was painted greys, fawns, oranges and egg shell. Her reddish orange pools glaring at him. Hackles rose.

"A fucking fight, but not to kill or maim." She stated coldly out or was it Stephen within her. Her tongue lapped at her nose threw a deep growl. It wasn't Hala but it was Stephen. Anyone could see the hate that rushed to those cold eyes, today they were souless, showing no emotion. "Three rounds if you wish, a clean fight however. For bastards we are, and bastards we fall." Yup, it was Stephen calling out the the brute. The woman lowering her skull shoulder lenght as her tail went up into a dominance stance.

She wanted the taste of blood to fill her mouth, wanted to make the other feel her pain that she felt each and every day.

Hala Indigo

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Hala's Speach - speech
Thoughts (voices) - voices
Stephens Speach- stephens voice