Miseri: *It was about time for the demonic boy to practice his powers. He had spent his time just marveling at it, but you could only sit in amazement for so long before your mom snapped and drug you out into the middle of the forest, cast a magic circle that contained you and said she'd see you again in about 4 hours. He'd be worried if he didn't know his mom probably set some sort of extra protection for him, the secretly protective woman would never forgive herself if something happened to her spawn. Sighing he made small little cuts along his tail, smaller then cat scratches. Taking a deep breath he felt the tingle of the magic travel through his hands, a soft gold light along his fingers as he healed himself. Now only 3 more hours of this. Joy*
Fugue: -after a long, tiresome day of training with his mothers, the soldier in training was ready to take a break. He loved the feeling of combat and even more, the rush he got from close calls... he was learning from some pretty tough ladies after all. After taking a little time to clean up at least a little bit, Fugue wandered from his family for a while. They meant everything to him, but four strong women with strong personalities was a lot to take in and deal with day after day. With a grin, he saw a forested area and decided that it would be refreshing, and yet, maybe even present more training possibilities. As he strolled through, it was actually far too quiet for his liking, finding himself missing the constant commands, yelling, talking, and all around noise the women in his family made, making him smile. After a while of walking about, he happened upon another amongst the trees. He cocked his head to the side, watching curiously. They looked as if they were training and he knew better than to disturb someone's training-
Miseri: *Breathing steadily he let his magic slowly disappear, he could feel sweat trickling down his forehead and neck at how hard he had to concentrate and hold his magic so it didn't go spiraling out of control and did little to actually heal what he wanted. He needed a break, desperately but he couldn't really go anywhere to get some water so he just fell back on his hands, his fluff near but off him to keep from getting overheated. Suddenly the circle around him flashed in a certain part, catching his eye. That must be his mom's signal that someone was coming from that way. In fact he could see him now, just on the outside of the circle and looking in. He looked like a warrior, his armor kinda gave him away and that made Miseri a little uneasy but a lot interested. His mom said warriors were like the chivalrous version of assassins.* Can I help you? *He settled for being polite. It was a sort of neutral behavior that he had to deal with before learning if this guy was an enemy or ally.*
Fugue: -As he watched the other male practice -- healing magic he figured, and something he had only seen, but not learned himself -- he found himself most curious about those particular magic that were being used. They looked quite draining on the male. As he was spotted, he pulled his head back some, giving a weary look as he wondered what way he would come off to the other male. With a shrug, he stepped forward, bowing his head some as he crossed his arm across his chest- Sorry for interrupting your training. It was intriguing and I couldn't help myself. -Giving a bit of a grin as he lowered his arm and raised his head, he stepped forward another step- I am Fugue. You looked to have been practicing healing magic, correct?
Miseri: *He felt his lip start to twitch up, an involuntary reaction but one he really didn't bother stopping since they both seemed to have the same mind set, be cautious, be polite, prepare for an attack at any moment. The bow made him puff up a bit in pride and he listened patiently as the other explained and introduced himself. He couldn't help but flick his tail in annoyance that it was so obvious his magic was healing magic but that couldn't be helped.* I've never quite been called intriguing before, that's a new one. *Flicking his gaze down to Fugue's feet before returning them to his face he felt perhaps he should warn the male* If I were you I wouldn't get much closer. My mom put up a containing circle so I would focus on training and I'm not quite sure how it'll react to strangers. *He slowly raised himself so he could get a closer look at the circle, amused when it glowed slightly at his approach* I'm Misericorde. And yes, I was practicing my magic.
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