The Training Grounds
11th Bell
51 Summer, 448 AV
11th Bell
51 Summer, 448 AV
The heckling and shouting was almost too much for the young Dhani. He'd come to the Training Grounds to begin gaining strength, but these elders, they could sense the fresh meat. Zharus had been here before to learn the basics of hunt, but nothing like this.
I jussst wanted to train ...
The young constrictor had found himself surrounded by several older of his brood soon after entering the spacious cavern. Without a word his arms were grasped and despite any protest he may have given, Zharus was dragged throughout the location. The laughter and wicked looks he received were humiliating, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.
It was humiliating.
Soon he was on a raised platform, across from a much larger Dhani. Wicked fangs were flashed at Zharus, and while both of them were in their Dhani form, the youngling was dwarfed in size. "What do you want? Leave me be or I'll leave you to the Myriansss," Zharus snapped, coiling back into a defensive stance.
"Sssilence. You want to be here? Then you mussst fight me." The larger snake had a bit of a reputation of picking on the youth when they came to train. Zharus was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time.
His eyes darted nervously back and forth as he took in his situation. He couldn't run, lest he be labeled a coward. He couldn't fight, because he would lose. It was, unfortunately, his only option. The fall to the ground was going to hurt, that was plain enough.
"Fine. Then prepare yourssself. I won't sshow ressraint."
Not that it would make any difference. He was defeated before he'd even began. He began to slowly slide across the smooth stone platform, stretching out his arms as he did so. He was met with that horrible smirk. Maybe this one wasn't as strong as he seemed. I won't be defeated..