Herbalists' Cache Dude…Don't Be a Dick

Arion's father was a good teacher to his children, especially in the arts of fighting, of war. Their family had been blessed by the gods, as his father told him, with the sheer fury and bravery of Ares, the wisdom of Athena, the charisma of Zeus, the secretive nature of Hades, the skills with water from Poseidon, the balance of power from Nemesis and much more. The greek believed in his gods but he doubted the fact that their family was blessed by so many gods. He did not tell that to his father, of course, not wanting to disappoint him, but the older he got, the more he began to believe.

Arion's build had been blessed by the gods, said Janus, his father. Large enough to look the part of the fighter, but agile and nimble, yet with enough training, had quite a good amount of endurance. He was a warrior. The golden wolf shifting his hind paws, moving slightly away from him and batted at his nose. The stallion lunged forward, aiming for the man's scruff, hoping to bring his face down into the dirt while allowing the blow to connect to his nose. There wasn't time to defend himself against that one, in a fight, one had to make sacrifices.

The male charged forward, but Arion nimbly sidestepped, having watched many of his siblings exhibit the same move. Instantly, the chocolate male pressed forward, aiming to dart behind his opponent to unbalance him by nipping gently at his hind legs.