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02-04-2016, 03:32 AM
He wanted to get in a spar before the snow set in; he could tell Frostfall was upon Helovia. He needed to loosen himself up, wear off the angst that had dug itself deep into his heart. His legs felt light, but his brain was heavy; weighed down with to many thoughts. Blood and pain always helped to chip away extra thoughts. His muscles bulged under his golden and teal pelt with anticipation. The colt was now a stallion, having just turned three. He could feel the power rippling under his coat. 'If only I was experienced as I am young.' A snort blew from his tender muzzle as he surveyed the Thistle meadow. So many things had happened to him here, that he was drawn to the place. Bright silver eyes sought out the best place to hold the spar. He flexed and eased his muscles, warming them up. That was the perk to starting a fight; you got to warm up brace yourself. A grim smile touched his face as he took in the weak sun light and the still air. His heart started to pick up it's normal rhythm, Lub-dub, Lub-dub. The muscle pounded adrenaline and testosterone through his system as he readied his mind. Silver eyes closed as he tried to clear the distractions away.
After a few breathes the stallion broke the silence around him. His voice rang out powerful and demanding, "I, Ilios, wish to spar, come." It was simple, a polite, challenge to any in the area. He tossed his horned head in aggravation pawing at the ground to further the challenge. Ilios was sure to keep his wings pulled tight to his body as he waited for another to appear. Would they burst forth and attack or would they stop and introduce themselves like he had? He braced ears pricked, nostrils flaring, and eyes sharp. He was anxious to prove himself and let out all of his pent up testosterone.
Speech
Words;; 328
OOC/Tags;; @Rohan
0/3 Attacks | 0/1 Defense
Setting: Set in the thistle meadow before any snow fall, chilly, no wind, mid-day
Recap: Ilios finds a good spot then stops to collect his thoughts, warm his muscles up, and pump himself up. Then he calls out for someone to come spar him.
Feel free to start right off!
After a few breathes the stallion broke the silence around him. His voice rang out powerful and demanding, "I, Ilios, wish to spar, come." It was simple, a polite, challenge to any in the area. He tossed his horned head in aggravation pawing at the ground to further the challenge. Ilios was sure to keep his wings pulled tight to his body as he waited for another to appear. Would they burst forth and attack or would they stop and introduce themselves like he had? He braced ears pricked, nostrils flaring, and eyes sharp. He was anxious to prove himself and let out all of his pent up testosterone.
Speech
Words;; 328
OOC/Tags;; @Rohan
0/3 Attacks | 0/1 Defense
Setting: Set in the thistle meadow before any snow fall, chilly, no wind, mid-day
Recap: Ilios finds a good spot then stops to collect his thoughts, warm his muscles up, and pump himself up. Then he calls out for someone to come spar him.
Feel free to start right off!
Ilios
Dear father, In my heart I know I failed you, but you left me here alone
You must be true to your heart..
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