Thread: Blood of Legends ((Kiandra&Mephilis))

Tossing his sheathe blade back over his shoulder, Seylian would lock the strap back into place that kept it on his back. Flinging his long silver hair back as he moved to approach Melorn. The commander would stare down the grey male, challenging him to meet his gaze, which Sylian did. As the other two had their staring contest, Thyverian flung his own sword back, practically throwing it into the sheathe before turning to walk away. Catching something out of the corner of his eye, in the shadow of one of the trees, or so he thought, when he glanced back it was not there any longer. I must be losing my mind. As the white feline continued to stare into the darkness, hoping to make something out he felt an impact on his back. You did great Thy, too bad you lost. Turning back, Thyverian would see Menis, a smaller male who like the others preferred lighter armor. He had a simple color scheme, solid black fur with black hair, and emerald eyes. While Thyverian and Seylian where rookies like Menis, he was as of yet the least skilled of the three. Yeah I guess... Thyverian said, clinging to some shred of hope that he would be selected despite the loss. It was rare, but not unheard of. Looking back at Melorn, he saw that he and Seylian were shaking hands, which meant that he was likely not considering him. This revelation would cause Thyverian's ears to droop in disappointment, and his tail began to thrash about. Hey man! I didn't do anything to you! Menis exclaimed, causing the white feline to glance back to see that he had been accidentally smacking him with his tail. Sorry. Thyverian said, moving to create some distance between them. Alright everyone, you get a little down time, but we will be moving out within the hour. Melorn said, addressing his squad, that seen began to disperse. Many people thought he was insane, choosing a squad full of green warriors, and selecting one of these newbies as his right hand, it was unheard of. Seylian would catch up to Thyverian as he began to walk off the training field, having given up on what he thought he might have seen. Reaching out a hand to grasp his friend's right shoulder, to get his attention. You're not mad are you? The crimson haired feline would turn to Seylian, Mad that you won? No. He said with a sigh, as the grey feline removed his hand. Thyverian would move his arm to give Seylian a congratulatory smack on his arm. I'm proud of you. These words would provoke a smile from the silver haired male. I am just mad at myself for losing. That is something Seylian could understand, the two would share a nod before Melorn would interrupt them. Seylian, I will need to brief you on your new position. This would cause a quick nod from the grey male followed by a proud, Yes sir! Looking over at the red haired feline, Melorn would pause, everytime he looked at this boy, he felt he knew him from somewhere, but could never place him. Having the Commander stare at him in such an odd way would naturally unnerve Thyverian, just a she was certain he was going to be ejected from the squad he felt Melorn smack him in his arm much like he did Seylian. Impressive moves son, I know both of you will do this squad proud. Another quick nod followed by, Yes sir! This time from both males before Melorn and Seylian departed, leaving Thyverian to his own devices. He would ultimately decide to remain in the training field, to contemplate his defeat.