Kaisel
Don't need a sign, nothing divine's gonna save me
Flora
The night had worn on long enough that bellies had been filled and children had been tucked in. Lights were being dampered as most people settled in and shuttered the remaining hours out, only willing to greet the new day and let the remainder of this one fade into memory. It was the perfect time to indulge in secrets and the forbidden. In the low light of the Silk Houses, coins flashed like teeth as they passed from hand to hand, and faceless masses shouldered together as they stood in the shadows.
Each spray of blood that arced from the fighting ring seemed to feed the city's underbelly, the amorphous darknesses of unknown citizens jeering at the violence, like children dancing in the splash zone at an aquarium. Kaisel might as well have been called Shamu then.
The young Dragoon slipped to his left, narrowly dodging the jab from his much larger opponent. His feet pivoted on the floor, muscles bunching as he threw his momentum behind a hook that connected with the man's exposed ribcage. A grunt escaped the oaf and a furious elbow lurched down towards the grin on Kaisel's face, but he blocked with his forearm and let his foot sing into the brute's legs. His opponent staggered back, sneering. Kaisel stayed low, one fist near his cheek as a guard. "What, done already?" he asked, wiping the sweat dripping from his eyebrow with his other hand. Blood smeared instead, a reminder of a time Kaisel hadn't been fast enough. He winced as the touch returned the pain to his awareness. That seemed to renew the confidence in his challenger who grinned and rushed forward.
Perfect.
One maneuvre later, the juggernaut was sleeping on the floor, and golden teeth bared in the crowd as bets were paid.
The night had worn on long enough that bellies had been filled and children had been tucked in. Lights were being dampered as most people settled in and shuttered the remaining hours out, only willing to greet the new day and let the remainder of this one fade into memory. It was the perfect time to indulge in secrets and the forbidden. In the low light of the Silk Houses, coins flashed like teeth as they passed from hand to hand, and faceless masses shouldered together as they stood in the shadows.
Each spray of blood that arced from the fighting ring seemed to feed the city's underbelly, the amorphous darknesses of unknown citizens jeering at the violence, like children dancing in the splash zone at an aquarium. Kaisel might as well have been called Shamu then.
The young Dragoon slipped to his left, narrowly dodging the jab from his much larger opponent. His feet pivoted on the floor, muscles bunching as he threw his momentum behind a hook that connected with the man's exposed ribcage. A grunt escaped the oaf and a furious elbow lurched down towards the grin on Kaisel's face, but he blocked with his forearm and let his foot sing into the brute's legs. His opponent staggered back, sneering. Kaisel stayed low, one fist near his cheek as a guard. "What, done already?" he asked, wiping the sweat dripping from his eyebrow with his other hand. Blood smeared instead, a reminder of a time Kaisel hadn't been fast enough. He winced as the touch returned the pain to his awareness. That seemed to renew the confidence in his challenger who grinned and rushed forward.
Perfect.
One maneuvre later, the juggernaut was sleeping on the floor, and golden teeth bared in the crowd as bets were paid.
Here only the strong survive
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
