effort
10-05-2013, 10:11 PM
He needed to be here, that much was certain. In such a short time, so many risks had come into play. He had to be cautious, for both a potential war and a potential death match stared him in the face. It had been years since he had battled. The deep scars beneath his fur had faded and begun to disappear. He only hoped that muscle-memory would serve him well.
He stepped slowly toward the battlefield, considering the possibilities. He would fight for Tortuga, if it came to it. But most of all, he would risk his life to see his children. He knew that if he tried, Morphine would want his death. He wanted to be ready for her to try. It was a difficult thought for him, but one that almost made sense. He did his best to ignore the part that told him he had much more to live for than a couple of kids who were raised to despise him.
Once he found a spot he thought suitable, Seraphim loosed a call from his maw for a challenger. He needed to practice with everything he had so that he would be prepared for any challenge that came his way.