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12-30-2014, 10:37 PM
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Torleik
The beard of glory... Springtime was in full bloom by now, grounds thawed, scrubby foliage in the Basin scraping its way through the carcasses of their fallen, previously frozen brethren to grasp at new life. A serenely blue sky was reflected off the placid surface of the Basin lake, clouds lazily drifting by, mirrored on the water, rippled by any gentle passing breeze. The Lord and Lady of this herd had decreed this season would be filled with sparring and Torleik was glad for it. He had been, as he would classify it, ineffective as the Basin's general perhaps due to his abhorrence of Deimos and belief that Illynx was not one to listen to ideas from a brute such as himself. But now that Ophelia was in place, the Bloodskald felt that perhaps the things he desired to see enacted in this herd could come to proper fruition. His wants and suggestions could have their own springtime bloom and emerge from their winter thaw of silence. This springtime mid-morning was a pleasant one, the temperature a balmy one for the mountains - crisp, but not biting. The healer's cave was to the east of him, Ulrik's crafting cave slightly southwest. The prisons were due west. The prisons. That was a part of the Basin he'd never visited - but then he'd never heard of them having any prisoners. Nor had he ever any reason to visit the cave of the Haruspex. Had he even met their Haruspex? Possibly. Torleik frowned and pawed at the ground, irked. Did he know so few in their herd? He needed to expand his knowledge, meet more of the cogs within this grand machine that was the Basin. Politics were not his strong point (Bolverik would best him at that with ease), but he was not a complete recluse, either. That was of no matter today; today was for battle, for sweat and blood and heat, victory and defeat. Who would come out on top remained to be seen - in fact, his opponent remained to be seen. The one they called Aviya was to be his partner in this spar and Torleik desired to know if she was a shieldmaiden, another of their proliferate spies, or simply an occupant of this herdland with no clear distinction. Others milled about occasionally, but the rabicano stallion had seen neither hide nor hair of the mare that had been described to him as sooty with a white face. Impatience gripped him today and he paced in small circles, eyes following Irelyn's shadow on the ground. She wheeled and zagged in the air above, enjoying the springtime for the plentiful insect banquet it provided her. Grasshoppers, butterflies, insects of all kinds emerged and tantalized her palate; so many of them flew! Her path darted to and fro as she chased these little snacks, snapping them up with childish glee. After all, why not gorge herself? Her bonded usually didn't want her fighting, right? 'Irelyn, stop stuffing your gullet; I won't have you sluggish for this spar,' game her unicorn's deep voice through their bond, and the owl-griffin dramatically dropped the ground like she'd been shot down, her path from the air to the soil below swift and straight. Sulking, she begrudgingly slaked her thirst at the lake's edge and flopped to the dirt, waiting. Since when did Torleik want her involved? He always got mad when she tried on her own. This was stupid. And unfair. She was having fun! Amused by his companion's petulant little miniature fit, the Bloodskald still lightly scolded her. 'I discipline you when you do not listen, little one,' he returned, able to discern her train of thought. 'You need to learn how to be of use in a fight, but you must listen to me, else I will remove you. Understand?' Believing he saw a figure that might be their opponent approach, Torleik nudged the small creature with a hoof. "Get up off the ground. If this is Aviya, we must present a ready and united front. You always respect your opponent, regardless of your feelings about them personally, or your desire to battle." If the figure was, indeed, his sparring partner, he was ready, nerves thrilled and humming with little zings of anticipation. Regardless of the outcome, sparring was exceptional practice. And practice only led to improvement. So, let the improvement begin. @[Aviya] "talk talk talk" --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Aurora Basin Seasonal Spar: Birdsong Time: Try to post within a week, otherwise normal spar rules, no time extensions. Setting: The Basin, by the Basin lake, slightly north of it. Midmorning, nice, cool spring day. Ground has thawed, some vegetation sprouted; scrubby. (0/3) Intro post | WC (729) | Aviya may make the first attack! :) Good luck! |
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