Overture Downs make your peace

Bloodshed is home for him. The adrenaline rush comes so easily, and he is set back into the battlefield; into the training pits where they fight to the death. The only prize is living, if you’re lucky. Even then, it isn’t much a prize when it’s laced with the trauma.

Ghost is swift, side-stepping from his charge—the Wayfarer follows, shifting hind-end as teeth scrape fur across his left limb. It strikes him odd at first, yet he ignores it—focusing on the battle instead.

As Ghost is ducked down, the Wayfarer plants his feet, raising his right leg to press it down over the silver’s back. Teeth once more lash out for Ghost’s scruff.