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12-22-2012, 08:45 PM
 The stallion had been pushing himself recently. He had been yearning for another test, a challenge, something to take his mind off the troubles of politics and leading a band of soldiers. The stallion lost himself in his physical activity, most days were spent drenched in sweat, and sometimes blood if he was not careful enough. He was in a different mode, one where he saw nothing but targets, targets that needed to be defeated before he could move on to the next. His magic was on edge, itching to be used, his spear in his mouth, twirling artistically - like a deadly paintbrush being wielded by a painter trained to kill. It was mid-afternoon. The sun did not look to be setting any time soon. A light breeze allowed his wings to still be useful in giving him altitude, the cool zephyrs of spring giving him a refreshed outlook, despite spending the morning working on his endurance. It was time to work on his agility - only he was bored of dodging inanimate obstacles. A deep call rang out, echoing across the Thistle Meadow, asking, almost demanding for a partner to test themselves against him. A crooked grin split his lips, as he awaited who may come. Eyes of electric yellow sparked with restrained magic, as he did his best to exercise patience and eagerness to get on with the spar. [ 800 word maximum. 2 attack posts each, plus closing defence to the first attacker. 2 week time limit on replies unless in the case of absence. Setting is Thistle Meadow, mid-afternoon, sunny day with a light breeze. VP will be awarded to the winner. Magic and companion use is allowed. This is a Teaching Spar, where Boom is going to teach Whit how to fight. ] larfsalot.deviantart.com |
