The sun had ebbed lower in the sky, it's power slowly fading and soon the stars would take it's place. It sent hues of vibrant oranges to sit on the scores of alabaster permafrost, the land was silent. No wind to ruffle his fur as he walked bold, tall and ready to test his ability. His opponent was a creature he was unused to fighting, a wolf the colour of snow who had an appetite for meat instead of grass. That mere fact alone should of sent d'Artagnan fleeing but he knew from their previous conversation that he was safe in the presence of Lupus. Well, safe enough to know his throat wasn't going to get ripped to shreds, but he would still have to watch the wolf's rather sharp appendages.

The Nightshade stopped his slow advance backwards he had been doing to give himself and Lupus some fighting room. Standing now to face his opponent. He was ready. This was more a fight out of curiosity, to see what it was like to fight something without four hooves, it was also to see if this Lupus could put his big words into action. d'Artagnan never needed much encouragement to start a fight, even friendly spars, Time Mender was his rank. Yet only someone careless would think that he simply stuck to the medical art, the shade found that side of his role a necessary part. Not particularly one he wanted to do, but it allowed him the freedom to practise poison too. He was different than most healers of Helovia, he used his art and turned it deadly, when one has an injury they put their complete trust in the Doctor of their herd.

That was where their mistake would always lie. For d'Artagnan was allowed into their body to do whatever he liked. Of course, he would bring no harm to his friends, even they sometimes feared him when he came to heal them.

So it was refreshing also for d'Artagnan to take part in physical spars. A body that didn't get younger needed to be kept in shape, he didn't plan on hobbling around like Myrddin for a while yet. Maybe he'd be dead before then, who knew. He'd certainly made plenty of enemies for that to happen, not that the arrogance of the shade could ever admit to such a thing.

"Show me, Lupus, how a wolf fights" came his first and final challenging words. Wanting to get the spar over with before night came. It was going to be hard fighting a wolf, but it would be even harder in the dark.

[ooc 437 Words
Friendly Spar. 800 words max.
2 posts each plus a closing defence.
Companions & Magic allowed although d'Artagnan won't be using his.
Set in the Aurora Basin at Sunset
Lupus may make the first move.]