09-08-2022, 01:36 PM
[div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: 0px; font-family: times new roman;"]WHAT THEY GONNA SAY, TOO FAR?—
Tendrils of smoke billowed from her nostrils, akin to a bull snorting before a charge. The soft patter of paws upon wood had caught her attention and it did not take her long to locate the individual. Dazir watched the tom descend his staircase, head lowered with a sense of peace and humbleness. It was a stance she witnessed often during her time in the ring. Bodies pressed low to the ground in visual surrender, eyes wide with fear. If her combatants had a choice she would have let them run. But those were not the rules of the pit and so only one could be left standing. Glowing eyes cut softly to the left as she chased away the memory before darting back to Aesior. By now he was...well, she did not understand what he was doing. The former gladiator felt her brows crease together, examining the strange marks left behind by his claws. She did not have a proper education within the pit. There were no thoughts about a combatant's future outside the realm of whether they would survive the next fight or not.
Dazir then tipped her gaze in the direction of the yellow watching with vivid curiosity as the sprang up from the marshy soil only to pan her way. Mesmerized, the manticore lowered herself a tad to whiff at the daffodils. What she lacked in proper communication she made up for in perception. Aesior's humble stance coupled the "questioning" look of the flowers alerted her to the curiosity the tom had of her in particular. Thick chords of muscle rippled as Dazir sat up again, the plated segments of her ebony tail curled, glistening in the low lighting to conceal the venomous stingers at the end. Dazir. The child rumbled in a low tone. Tentatively she gestured toward the tom with a small nod, wordlessly asking for his name.
[align=right]—ALWAYS GONNA SAY YOU TOOK IT TOO FAR!
Tendrils of smoke billowed from her nostrils, akin to a bull snorting before a charge. The soft patter of paws upon wood had caught her attention and it did not take her long to locate the individual. Dazir watched the tom descend his staircase, head lowered with a sense of peace and humbleness. It was a stance she witnessed often during her time in the ring. Bodies pressed low to the ground in visual surrender, eyes wide with fear. If her combatants had a choice she would have let them run. But those were not the rules of the pit and so only one could be left standing. Glowing eyes cut softly to the left as she chased away the memory before darting back to Aesior. By now he was...well, she did not understand what he was doing. The former gladiator felt her brows crease together, examining the strange marks left behind by his claws. She did not have a proper education within the pit. There were no thoughts about a combatant's future outside the realm of whether they would survive the next fight or not.
Dazir then tipped her gaze in the direction of the yellow watching with vivid curiosity as the sprang up from the marshy soil only to pan her way. Mesmerized, the manticore lowered herself a tad to whiff at the daffodils. What she lacked in proper communication she made up for in perception. Aesior's humble stance coupled the "questioning" look of the flowers alerted her to the curiosity the tom had of her in particular. Thick chords of muscle rippled as Dazir sat up again, the plated segments of her ebony tail curled, glistening in the low lighting to conceal the venomous stingers at the end. Dazir. The child rumbled in a low tone. Tentatively she gestured toward the tom with a small nod, wordlessly asking for his name.
[align=right]—ALWAYS GONNA SAY YOU TOOK IT TOO FAR!
I AM NOT THE ONE !
Tanglewood ★ 9 months ★ female ★ the reaper ★ manticore ★ fire elemental