We've been shown how not to live by gracious kings of old
Making his way from the Celestine to the Dragon's Nest felt like second nature. He had walked that path the same way through the city so many times he couldn't count them in the short time that he lived here. When Vi first called him. When he joined the Order. It was a lifetime ago, but his muscles never forgot the path. He took the same steps, the same way, and found himself stepping into familiar training grounds. Without an ounce of violent purple to be seen. Relief trickled through his spine like the faithful run of a backcountry stream, smoothing out the riverstones of his spine as he took in the familiar scent -- sharper, intensified, back with his attuned nature.
He rolled his shoulders and even let slip a smile to a few familiar faces. Eira chirped and settled herself up in a dragon perch, welcomed by two familiar silver dragons from their time here before.
Before he could truly settle in, he heard his name from across the grounds. Turning, realization moving through him before his eyes caught sight of him, Noah smiled broadly towards Zavien. "I was looking for you, actually." He said when he closed the distance between them, hand out to greet the other man. "Lena said she thought you might be here. I wouldn't mind stretching some shifted muscles, though, if you've got time for that." Noah lifted a brow at his friend, wondering if he was up for the challenge.
With Zavien having agreed, Noah moved with his friend towards a clear spot in the training ground. Shiftin to his lynx form, he readied himself. The attuned lowered himself into the dusy arena, belly close to the ground, muscles tightening in a slow ripple beneath his spotted coat. His ears flattened, tail twitching behind him, the only warning before he moved. He sprang with the contained violence of a trap snapping shut. He did not bare teeth or rake with claws—this wasn’t a hunt, but the force behind him was all predator. He aimed low, driving his weight toward his friend’s legs with the intent to topple rather than tear.
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He rolled his shoulders and even let slip a smile to a few familiar faces. Eira chirped and settled herself up in a dragon perch, welcomed by two familiar silver dragons from their time here before.
Before he could truly settle in, he heard his name from across the grounds. Turning, realization moving through him before his eyes caught sight of him, Noah smiled broadly towards Zavien. "I was looking for you, actually." He said when he closed the distance between them, hand out to greet the other man. "Lena said she thought you might be here. I wouldn't mind stretching some shifted muscles, though, if you've got time for that." Noah lifted a brow at his friend, wondering if he was up for the challenge.
With Zavien having agreed, Noah moved with his friend towards a clear spot in the training ground. Shiftin to his lynx form, he readied himself. The attuned lowered himself into the dusy arena, belly close to the ground, muscles tightening in a slow ripple beneath his spotted coat. His ears flattened, tail twitching behind him, the only warning before he moved. He sprang with the contained violence of a trap snapping shut. He did not bare teeth or rake with claws—this wasn’t a hunt, but the force behind him was all predator. He aimed low, driving his weight toward his friend’s legs with the intent to topple rather than tear.
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