M A X E N C E IN THE CLEARING STANDS A BOXER, AND A FIGHTER BY HIS TRADE
AND HE CARRIES THE REMINDER OF EVERY GLOVE THAT LAID HIM DOWN AND CUT HIM TIL' HE CRIED OUT The rip and whistle of a battled wind was what alerted Maxence to the presence of another feathered being to his back, and upon turning his skull to meet with the oceanic gaze of the stormsinger Maxence found his own eyes of the sea narrowed and cautious. Her request to land was one she had not needed to make given his sights were already set upon the crowded glade. Sweeping each wing down in long, calculated strokes, Maxence landed with precision upon the pete and dirt, not a single word falling from his cold and slightly irritated lips; he had been found, and this woman was no fae. Her muscles were toned and honed; the look of none but this own kind - the kind that spilled blood for a livelihood. The sun's king stood tall and without fear, his legs strong and chest full of an indomitable spirit. He may have flown from a poorer land, a land where the inhabitants were few and far between, but his pride for the work of the Solterrans would show in any encounter with another from places of wealth. "Speak—" The unknown would press, wishing to know what would become of him from this encounter with the shieldmaiden. Did she recognise him? Would she clap him in irons and bring him to the capitol, or make do of him here and now? It was unlikely that Maxence would ever go down without a fight, though with such brittle circumstances the king would not wish to anger Caligo's chosen anymore than he already had. "—quickly and to the point." he then continued of the woman, nose turning over his shoudler to preen a wind-beaten place upon his wind, twisting his feathers back into their rightful position. |
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