Battle Type: Battle
Prize: Bragging rights and exp
Contact Made: yes!
Character #1: Asterion
Bonded: NA
Magic: NA
Armor: NA
Weapons: NA
Character #2: Florentine
Bonded: NA
Magic: NA
Armor: NA
Weapons: NO
Asterion This isn’t how he was supposed to learn. It had been Calliope who was supposed to teach him to be a warrior. His lion-heart had promised - had bid him find her, when he was ready - and he had put it off and put it off until the rift had swallowed them all. He tries not to wonder if he will ever see the dark unicorn again; he tries not to think of what she’d say to him, to see him standing here like this. Asterion fails in both. But Novus has given as much as the rift has taken, and today – a bright, cold morning, the ground hard and the sunlight slanting down and his breath silver in the air before it vanishes – today he will spar with Florentine. She is not yet here, and he paws the ground with a dark hoof, huffing a breath like a dragon’s in anticipation. He is not bothered by the cold; his nerves are alight, itching under his skin, making him jumpy and round-eyed with nerves. Will he be hurt? Will he be able to strike her? She is not his feral, sorrowful golden twin, nor the dark and fearsome unicorn. She is…she is honey and flowers and laughter. She is unknown to him, too new, and he does not know what to make of her, especially after the festival, the terrible meeting with Aislinn. The memory of it makes his heart pang, and just as he thinks that perhaps he can fight her, hooves and teeth and body, she appears. ”Are you ready?” he calls to her – but he should have been asking the question of himself, because he does not know the name of the emotion that is roiling within him. It is his first-ever fight, and Asterion begins it by hesitating. |
Summary: Asterion thinks about silly things and sees Florentine. He calls to her but does not begin a move
Attack Used: 0
Attack(s) Left: 2
Block Used: 0
Block(s) Left: 1
Item(s) Used: NA
Response Deadline: Nov. 7, 2017
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