R E I C H E N B A C H
There was no better day for sparring. The sun was bright and high in the sky, warming Reichenbach's mahogany skin as he stood relaxedly upon the Steppe. He was waiting for Rostislav, newly appointed Warden of the South and his best friend. It was rare to find another man so easy to click with and yet from first meeting the two men had felt companionable, something that had developed quickly into friendship - Rosti's arrival and transfer into the Night Court had been the last brick solidifying their close relationship. Now Reich felt completely at ease awaiting the other mans arrival, even going so far as to close his eyelids to warm them in the summer sun, one ear flicked upward to catch the sounds of his arrival.
Rostislav was well known for his fighting skills - one of the many reasons Reichenbach had been pleased when he'd accepted the proposal to become Warden. Too many saw Rosti's love for drink and wrote him off for it, ignoring the thickly built muscles and the faded scars, the glint in his steely eyes that revealed so much more than what lingered on the surface. This would be the first time the two men met on the battlefield, a clashing of two Denocte titans, a test for both Reichenbach and Rostislav. If Rostislav won it would prove he deserved his position as Warden and was, without a doubt, the best man to defend their home. If Reich won... it would prove to The Night King and all of his citizens that he wasn't the kind of King to sit upon the throne and allow others to win their battles for them.
The thought curved his black lips into a mellow smile, a single ear sliding backward as he heard the sounds of approaching hooves.
"You start."
He said lazily, opening his long lashed eyes and blinking a few times to adjust to the sunlight.
