Bramblepoint Failure to Finding Joy

thank you! nanarc did such a lovely job with drogon~. I just went ahead and used my post as a conclusion post. We'll have to have another spar thread soon! :D

Howl’s answer was a bit lackluster for Drogon’s taste ‘you can smell it’ … if the Ansbjørn wasn’t busy trying to ignore the ache in his muscles and bones, trying to prove that he wouldn’t go down until the final bell he would’ve scoffed. Drogon’s teeth miss Howl’s neck but he manages to graze the older male’s shoulder but Howl ends up taking the victory. A low snarl tears itself from Drogon’s throat as Howl pushes him down into the dirt by his scruff. The loss stung his pride but Drogon was pleased ( and surprised ) to realize that he was …not content with his loss per say but he knew that he hadn’t just laid down in defeat: he’d fought until he couldn’t fight anymore, until defeat was his only option. Of course, he was inspired to improve his skills so that next time he would win once more because Drogon’s far too competitive to ever settle. He won’t be happy until he’s the best. He rises to his paws when Howl releases him, and stretches his sore muscles, wincing slightly. “You better be prepared to lose next time,” Drogon shoots in good natured arrogance, “old man.” He teases over a broad shoulder. “You can find me at Moonspear when you’ve got an itch for a good fight.” Drogon adds as he hesitates long enough to speak the words before he heads in the direction of Moonspear, contented with seeing his mistakes and thinking about the steps he has to take now to correct himself so he does not make them again.

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