and all their words for glory
well they always sounded empty
well they always sounded empty
In the weeks since his arrival, Ulric had scarce allowed Delumine’s grand citadel out of his sight. New as he was, he had fallen into the role of a dutiful, vigilant warrior with ease, doing all that he could to assure the Dawn Court and its denizen’s continued safety. Yet as reluctant as the roan was to leave the land of the rising sun, one could not rightfully call themselves protector if they knew nothing of the areas beyond their own territory. What was it like in Solterra, Denocte and Tellasterra? Should their own warriors ever forge an attack against Delumine, what would be their weaknesses, their strengths, and how could they all be used against them?
It was with these thoughts that Ulric left the peaceful territory behind him with a promise to return in several days’ time. First, he had waded through a relatively calm section of the Rapax River, then made his way through the narrow passage between the Amare Creek and the base of the Veneror Peaks, taking in the remarkable landscape and making note of any heavily traveled paths that he could see, if any.
Eventually, the day was beginning to wind down and come to an end, the moon chasing the blistering sun from the sky in its stead. The place he now found himself in wasn’t unlike Delumine itself, save for the mountains that bordered it; the vast sky above was littered with bright stars, their soft light cast across the flat prairie that seemed to stretch for miles. Ulric had every intention on finding somewhere to catch a few hours worth of rest, for while his journey had been rather slow paced, he would need it to continue even further into Novus the following day. But before the silvered stallion could get far in his search for a spot that was just right, his ears twitched towards the furious sound of wings pumping in the distance.
’Come out, come out, wherever you are.’
He can’t place the voice, but curiosity fuels his feet into moving closer before he’s even given thought into it. In the distance he sees a proud looking mare, standing tall in an area that seems devoid of much plant life. Whatever is there has been beaten down, presumably by the countless battles that must have been waged here if the pungent aroma of blood and sweat finally hits him like a ton of bricks. Was this an arena for fighting, out in the middle of seemingly nowhere?
The mere thought of a spar is invigorating and chases away his mental exhaustion for the time being. He draws nearer until he steps foot onto the borderless arena, gilded eyes sweeping over his opponent and drinking in her features. She stands taller than him as most do, and while sporting an impressive, muscular physique, she isn’t as broad as Ulric himself. He surmised that they would probably be close in agility, but the roan knew better than to assume that it was anything more than that – an assumption.
Coming to a brief halt, Ulric dips his head in a customary greeting. Even if they aren’t from the same Courts and have never met, they have the same blood pulsing through their veins; that of a warrior, and that alone is enough to warrant respect for the silvered bay.
Only a moment passes from then before the roan moves. Ebony legs reach as far as they can to cover the distance between them, hooves barely striking the ground as he moves. As he goes, he becomes increasingly aware of the various holes that litter what he had once thought to be solid ground and does his best to remain aware of where each and every hoof thrums against the earth. As he rushes towards her, he directs himself to her right side, keeping his wings tucked tightly against his mottled sides. Just before he reaches her shoulder Ulric begins to put on the brakes, haunches tucking beneath him and then lifting him into an angled rear. His front hooves lash out with intent to pound against her back, and while he has no intentions of going easy on the mare, he is careful not to strike the delicate scapula of her wing.
"Sup"
It was with these thoughts that Ulric left the peaceful territory behind him with a promise to return in several days’ time. First, he had waded through a relatively calm section of the Rapax River, then made his way through the narrow passage between the Amare Creek and the base of the Veneror Peaks, taking in the remarkable landscape and making note of any heavily traveled paths that he could see, if any.
Eventually, the day was beginning to wind down and come to an end, the moon chasing the blistering sun from the sky in its stead. The place he now found himself in wasn’t unlike Delumine itself, save for the mountains that bordered it; the vast sky above was littered with bright stars, their soft light cast across the flat prairie that seemed to stretch for miles. Ulric had every intention on finding somewhere to catch a few hours worth of rest, for while his journey had been rather slow paced, he would need it to continue even further into Novus the following day. But before the silvered stallion could get far in his search for a spot that was just right, his ears twitched towards the furious sound of wings pumping in the distance.
’Come out, come out, wherever you are.’
He can’t place the voice, but curiosity fuels his feet into moving closer before he’s even given thought into it. In the distance he sees a proud looking mare, standing tall in an area that seems devoid of much plant life. Whatever is there has been beaten down, presumably by the countless battles that must have been waged here if the pungent aroma of blood and sweat finally hits him like a ton of bricks. Was this an arena for fighting, out in the middle of seemingly nowhere?
The mere thought of a spar is invigorating and chases away his mental exhaustion for the time being. He draws nearer until he steps foot onto the borderless arena, gilded eyes sweeping over his opponent and drinking in her features. She stands taller than him as most do, and while sporting an impressive, muscular physique, she isn’t as broad as Ulric himself. He surmised that they would probably be close in agility, but the roan knew better than to assume that it was anything more than that – an assumption.
Coming to a brief halt, Ulric dips his head in a customary greeting. Even if they aren’t from the same Courts and have never met, they have the same blood pulsing through their veins; that of a warrior, and that alone is enough to warrant respect for the silvered bay.
Only a moment passes from then before the roan moves. Ebony legs reach as far as they can to cover the distance between them, hooves barely striking the ground as he moves. As he goes, he becomes increasingly aware of the various holes that litter what he had once thought to be solid ground and does his best to remain aware of where each and every hoof thrums against the earth. As he rushes towards her, he directs himself to her right side, keeping his wings tucked tightly against his mottled sides. Just before he reaches her shoulder Ulric begins to put on the brakes, haunches tucking beneath him and then lifting him into an angled rear. His front hooves lash out with intent to pound against her back, and while he has no intentions of going easy on the mare, he is careful not to strike the delicate scapula of her wing.
"Sup"
Summary: Ulric walks into the circle and dips his head in a warrior-like salute. Charges forward towards Aislin’s left side, slows down enough to rear up near her right shoulder and strikes out with his hooves towards her back.
Attack Used: 1
Attack(s) Left: 1
Block Used: 0
Block(s) Left: 1
Item(s) Used: None
Response Deadline: September 5th, 2017
Tags: @Aislinn @kay @inkbone @Sid
Attack Used: 1
Attack(s) Left: 1
Block Used: 0
Block(s) Left: 1
Item(s) Used: None
Response Deadline: September 5th, 2017
Tags: @Aislinn @
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