EREBOS

Erebos refused to be stuck in a rut.
 
He was made of too much determination, too much indignation, too much darkness and too much light. He’d been carved out of the Aurora Basin, smiled beneath its chilling winds and harpooning landscape, clawed his way out of infernal hate and loathing aspirations and lumped them together into one treacherous pursuit. The boy had been daunted, had been pummeled, had been laced and woven and tethered with danger, lacerations, and the feeling of loss, but he scraped his way along the paths, the corridors, the parlors, and hallways of resolution – he was shaped from sterner stuff, and he’d show everyone was it meant to be daunting, terrifying, and formidable.
 
So his ambitions coiled themselves around his Machiavellian mind and he wandered from place to place, rune to rune, searching and deciphering, dismantling the fragments of what he wanted, what he craved, so that they were more than just piercing blades and shattering hearts: they were a part of him, another means to an end, another glorious, triumphant display of monstrosity and fortification. He needed this, craved it, yearned for the glory of victory, for the taste of conquest and success, because it meant, further down the road to ruin, he’d be able to obliterate what he loathed the most.
 
The scion and his fox traced and traversed their way down amongst the Endless Blue, past the quarry of rocks and stones molded upon the shore, eyes narrowed, intents and purposes fastened tightly to their chests – because they had to become better, stronger. The creature they sought seemed nestled along the dunes, star-lit and bright amidst the last striking, blazing feel of the sun, a Corporal they barely knew (and wasn’t it funny, that no matter how many he’d met along the way, that no matter how many he greeted and cherished, there were still creatures he didn’t know lurking within the icy chambers?). He sauntered closer and closer to her, affable, amiable, and friendly, ignoring Orsino’s blank slate and threatening sibilance dashing over their connection – and faced her as one more of her soldiers, another being filling in the ranks. In this stead, canvas, and tapestry, he wasn’t a prince, but a warrior, willing and able to condemn and devastate. “Ki’irha,” his voice commanded, eager and fervent, almost innocent, dedicated to his cause, nestled, coiled, and curled with a tilt to his head, a light, ardent outlook to his eyes (and riddled with a nefarious, unholy bounty to his heart, too barbed, too thorned), proffering her with the query he’d been harnessing since his search for her began. “Would you be willing to practice with me?”



[0/3. 444 words. – Erebos vs Ki’irha Teaching Spar
Timeline: Normal
Setting: Endless Blue, nearing sundown. Near a section of rocks, dunes, along the shoreline.
Feel free to make the first attack! I’ll provide notes once everything is started. ^_^]