[PRP] Bound in Combat Atheron x Theseus

[EvilSilverDragon]

No longer searching, suddenly time existed for more than moving. Racing through the trees proved too much of a thrill to miss. Only now the undergrowth gained a reprieve. When not patrolling, hunting or gathering there was time to train.

His weapon of choice? A long branch of hard ironwood found during an early area familiarization trek. Hours of ideal time using a stone to work the polearm into something usable. Several trees already showed signs of hoof work along the outer route. Thats why this day would see polearm practice.

Before he could spend any time in a fight work, Atheron took one more run around to be sure there were no unexpected guests.

Uta

 

[Uta]

Theseus was in unfamiliar territory -- but that wasn't unusual for the stallion. He was tracking the border of what appeared to be someone's claim to the nearby land -- a herd, he presumed -- but he made sure not to cross into it. He wasn't usually that foolish, after all. Centaur herds of all stripes were common on the islands, though Theseus was often careful about said encounters -- not every herd welcomes outsiders, after all. Still, it had been some time since he'd run into any fellows, friendly or otherwise. Wandering close to the borders meant he was at higher risk of being attacked or driven away, but it also meant, a higher chance of meeting kin.

A mercenary couldn't earn his bread without connections, after all.

Giving a flick of his tail, Theseus continued to track the border. He was curious as to how far it would go -- some herds stretched vast amounts of land while others were relatively small. Smaller herds had less to spend on a mercenary, but often needed more aid than those that were larger and better established. Still, larger herds were often less in need of a sellsword, having established guards or warriors. Still, Theseus was as much a salesman as he was a rogue-- and if the fates were kind, he'd meet a few faces before the day was through.

Thankfully, not far into the woods did his ears pick up the sound of movement ahead of him. He paused, steeling himself, and readying his hand close to his sword... just in case. He kept the rest of himself seemingly relaxed, giving his tail a small flick as he awaited to see whether or not the being trotting through the woods was friend or foe... or even Centaur kin. "Hello there," he greeted aloud, deciding it was best to make his presence known.

No sense looking suspicious, after all, or as if he were sneaking around.

EvilSilverDragon