Fight Type: BATTLE
Prize: EXP
Contact Made: YES
Character #1: @Asterion
Bonded: NA
Magic: NA
Armor: NA
Weapons: NA
Character #2: @Raymond
Bonded: NA
Magic: NA
Armor: NA
Weapons: NA
Asterion They are always strange, he thinks, the circumstances that see him at the Steppe. First, that scuffle with Florentine, his sister and his queen. Oh, things had been easier then; they had still been children. Even the fight was a game, and he remembers the horror he felt when his hoof connected with the skin of her nose. Only a little blood, and laughter after, and the sun setting on them as they walked home together. Now he feels old – old, but not grown. He feels no wiser than he had been then, but the ground had shifted beneath him, and he had to find his feet. And then Calliope had returned. She was the same as he remembered, lion-hearted with her wicked blade, the last of her kind. Asterion has no name for the way his heart constricts when he looks at her, the way she makes him want to be a kind of more that always eludes him. With her had been Raymond, no less a weapon, no less a teacher. It is Raymond he waits for now, muscles tense in the long light of a summer afternoon. Somewhere there is a bird trilling, and Asterion flicks his tail at a fly that dogs his flank. When he sees a flash of red he stills, and the bay stallion watches, neck slightly arched, as his opponent approaches. Most closely of all he watches the slow sway of the chestnut’s bladed tail, but when they are within speaking distance his dark gaze shifts to the stallion’s face. He says nothing, but he smiles tightly, and then he nods. It is time for a lesson, long overdue. @Raymond |
