by Izagai Nami 9th March 2015, 1:28 pm
The winds flowed through the field like invisible ribbons sailing through the void that people knew as the air, small seeds and flecks of small grasses dancing in the air as the sun began to set behind the young man who walked onto the grassland, his raven hair tied into a ponytail, and his robes, robes of another land that were a light, almost baby blue color with white triangles on the sleeves as though to mimic mountains, rested on the young man's body. A body which felt boiling blood pump through his veins and caused him to feel excitement. Blood that yearned for adventure, for battle, for combat unending in order to obtain a true course of power. He could only smile as he stared into the sky, taking in the blue and gold hues mixing with the orange and red that came with the setting sun. He was glad to have the sun behind him, as even now he felt it's warmth on his back.
But, as he walked, his toes and heel touching the grass thanks to his foot ware of leather and rubber that covered only the arch of his foot, and feeling the dry dirt and grass beneath his feet, he saw a man sitting in the grass and his sapphire eyes shined lightly as he waved his right hand to the wan, the chains about his waist twitching and jingling with each movement, before placing his hands at his waist where the chains resided, clutching the chains with his left hand just before one of the two one pound weighted spheres that resided on either end of his dearest weapon, Star Light. *"Perhaps we will see some fun after all, eh Star light?"* He whispered to himself, excitement rising in him as a grin formed on his face.
"Oi mate, Fancy a spar? I know it's sudden, but I've been rarin for a fight all day"* He spoke, his excitement getting the better of him as he felt his accent from his home land begin to shine a bit. It was a fast accent with a light lift on the a's that often made his a's sound like Ah's. But he didn't care, what he did care fore, was his opponents reacting. He was laready with the weather in his favor, the wind blowing towards the man, and the sun behind him, resulting with the light of the sun block much of his own visage if stared at for too long.