“Always keep your foes confused. If they are never certain who you are or what you want, they cannot know what you are like to do next.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Storm of Swords

It was once said that those who have loved know all too well what it’s like to experience ultimate pain as well. When the love you once felt dissolves beneath you it leaves you drowning in the sorrows of the sea. The dappled stallion stood there silently watching the water lap over the sandy shoreline lost momentarily in thought. How was it that he had seemed to lose everything most precious in his life while never having done wrong to anyone? Were the good guys not always supposed to come out happy in the end? Shaking his head he felt little all his emotions twist into a knot yet he felt none of it physically. It was almost as if he was frozen in time waiting for things to go back to the way they were. Only problem was there was nothing that could be done to change the past, it was only the future he had to look forward to so he better start trying to see through the haze.

Overhead the sun drew to its peak at high noon making the multitude of colours within the water shine brightly under the direct rays like a sheet of glass. It reminded him of the beautiful glass creatures that one of the herds had given out as tokens of peace, the edge if he could recall correctly. It was a calming scene with the sandy shores displayed to both sides of him while a rocky ridge ensnared the landscape a ways behind him at the borders of the two lands. Turning his back to the water his steps brought him inland a couple hundred meters as he turned his mind to what he had come here for. A simple spar was what he wanted and something that he would not leave without.

Silver eyes fell upon briefly to the tigress that chose to accompany him; if not for her he would be lost in this lifetime and not know how to move forward. After the encounters within the borders of his home he could feel the burn of battle still aching through every muscle. That little episode was not nearly enough to scratch that itch, he craved a larger release and the only way that would happen would be another go round. Raising his cranium high and setting his shoulders, a cry rang from his chords calling forth anyone who felt like they could take him on. He was up for a challenge so it was time to see who would come forward.



Opening Thread,
0/3 attack posts + closing defense
No Companions or Magic
Setting: Endless Blue, midday upon the sandy shores with rocky ridge further away leading up into the Rotunda . Sun is high in the sky with no clouds in sight.

Ciceron talks
Ciceron thinks
Kiara speaks