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Fight: Judged  - we're swimming through ghosts;

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Asterion
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Fight Type: battle
Prize: experience
Contact Made: yes

Character #1: @Asterion
Bonded: Yes; Pallas's gull
Magic: Yes; water manipulation (periti level)
Armor: NA
Weapons: NA
Current Health: 32
Current Attack: 28
Current Experience: 69

Character #2: @Katniss
Bonded: Yes- harpy eagle
Magic: NA
Armor: Yes - lightweight plated armor
Weapons: NA
Current Health: 10
Current Attack: 10
Current Experience: 10





Asterion
in sunshine and in shadow*
 


 

The afternoon following the Midsummer festival was hot and sticky, thick with sun and humidity. Clouds were gathering on the horizon to the west, a dark, bruised blue, promising rain and more than that. If Asterion watched long enough he could see the occasional streak of white right at the seam where earth meant sky, though it was too far to hear thunder. 

Still he dutifully makes the trek to the training grounds, the eagerness for the spar ahead not unlike the distant storm - a flicker beneath his skin, a mingling of uneasiness and excitement. He had woken late, sleeping beneath a willow tree not far from the walls of Denocte, the wine of the night before making his head feel thick and slow. Not a good start for a battle, but a poor excuse to put it off. 

Cirrus meets him on the outskirts of the area, her gaze keen and just a little judgmental. The king flicked his tail at her, ignoring her displeasure - he knows nothing of the night before, only the part of the evening that had belonged to himself, and for him the festival had been a good one. A welcome change, a chance to laugh and hope. 

Those feelings of goodwill still buoy him, and when he sees Katniss approach he greets her with a nod and a quirk of his lips that is just shy of a full-fledged smile. Cirrus waits, perched on a flat-surfaced rock, watchful. A light breeze stirs, making the leaves rustle, doing nothing for the slick of sweat already on his hide. 

“Ready?” he asks, and squares his shoulders, answering the question for himself. 











Summary: It's hot and humid and there's a storm on the horizon; Asterion shows up, slightly hungover, and greets Katniss. Intro post. 

Attack Used:
Attack(s) Left: 2
Block Used:
Block(s) Left: 1
Item(s) Used: NA

Response Deadline: Feb. 13
Tags: @Katniss, @Sid, @inkbone, @Sparrow, @nestle, @aimless











Messages In This Thread
we're swimming through ghosts; - by Asterion - 02-06-2019, 02:30 PM
RE: we're swimming through ghosts; - by Katniss - 02-13-2019, 08:46 AM
RE: we're swimming through ghosts; - by Asterion - 02-17-2019, 12:49 AM
RE: we're swimming through ghosts; - by Katniss - 02-19-2019, 11:19 PM
RE: we're swimming through ghosts; - by Asterion - 02-22-2019, 02:34 PM
RE: we're swimming through ghosts; - by Katniss - 02-24-2019, 02:22 PM
RE: we're swimming through ghosts; - by Asterion - 02-26-2019, 12:05 PM
RE: we're swimming through ghosts; - by sid - 03-03-2019, 04:43 PM
RE: we're swimming through ghosts; - by Sparrow - 03-04-2019, 03:38 AM
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