Digging The Trenches [Cic x Ezital]

[JUDGED] Digging The Trenches [Cic x Ezital]

Ciceron Posts: 315

Outcast atk: 6.5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 6.5

Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.2 :: 6 HP: 69.5 | Buff: ENDURE

Kiara :: White Tiger :: Poison nickel

10-13-2015, 12:04 AM (This post was last modified: 11-27-2015, 12:58 PM by Official. Edit Reason: title adjustment: opponent change. )

It was unsettling to think that there was still so much that they did not know about, other worlds, and other lands that were apparently parts of Helovia. Where would the line be drawn? When would enough be enough? Would there ever come a day that everyone could just get over their issues and move on with their lives? Centuries had proven that the world was incapable of living in peace with one another, there would always be bloodshed and tears and at what cost? Tempers would flare up over something stupid and there they would go again, a never ending cycle where only death could free you. Shaking his head at the thought of each of the Rift gods and their corruption it made him begin to question their own gods. Each of them said that they were doing it for Helovia's best interest, but were they really? What were they leaving out, what were they not telling them?

Over the last couple months things had changed drastically in his life leaving him barely coping as each moment replayed vividly before him. Nothing had been said to make things official but it had been made clear that what he had shared with Parelia was long gone. The distance she had placed between each other had said all that he needed to know but the truth was a bitter pill to swallow. His first born seemed to hate him for a reason he would never know but he had his suspicions as to what actually went down. His only remaining family was his daughter Areli who had thankfully remained within the herd and seemed to love him as much as he did her. She had kept him from losing all hope and from losing his life to the pain that still burned with every beat of his heart. He was managing for now with the help of his beloved feline and his ability to throw himself into his latest role as conscript, if not for this his body would already be deep down in Davey Jones locker. Life moves on one way or another regardless if you are ready for it or not and he had never understood the meaning of this until his fate had been sealed. Life was a carousel that would never stop turning, you either went along with it or forever be known as the one who failed, there was no stopping , no redo’s and there was no way you were getting off.

Memories were what would destroy him but keeping those locked away was anything but easy. Sometimes he felt that it would be easier to just forget it all and move on but there was no way he could leave his kids, he would not be the one to fall into his father’s footsteps when he had worked so hard to get away from them. Needing something to burn off some excess steam the stag turned to the grounds before him, green pasture extended out to either side of him decorated with the occasional mottling of thick greenery and the tree tops. Overhead the night was breaking apart to reveal the dawning of a new day which filled the sky with vibrant pastels for all to see. Ground level brought along its own unique challenges as a thick blanket of fog consumed the lands lowest points giving the greenery a rich coat of morning dew. It could be slick but he needed this distraction more than he cared about falling on his ass here or there. It was all just practice for when the stakes turned into life and death instead of just fun and games. “DESTRIER! COME OUT AND WE SHALL DUEL!” He trumpeted hoping that his vocals would reach his opponent. “Kiara you know what to do, please be careful or else it won’t be Destrier you need to fear. “ he joked playfully nudging her side affectionately. Chuckling as her paw brushed against his skin playfully he watched as she disappeared into the mist.

Stretching his muscles to relieve any tension that may have built up over the night the grey warrior pulled his head high, squared his shoulders and prepared himself for battle. Still standing atop one of the few slopes he would have a full view of the entire meadow, well with the exception of the parts shrouded in mist. “Do not forget about the dragons.”

Setting/Time: Thistle Meadow at Dawn

Weather: A typical fall morning, cooler temperatures, mist covering majority of meadow with exception of hills. Dew on grass.

Word Count: 738

Intro: 1/1
Attacks: 0/3 (You can have first attack)

Use of companions and magic are alright with me, if you agree as well.

Ciceron talks
Thinking/Speaking through bond
Kiara speaks

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