Duskfire Glacier stolen breath

iosef stood near a barren tree line; he'd been her silent spectator. eyes of sea glass narrowed with keen interest, watching as she danced around a target lost to the naked eye. and her movement was just that; where he fought with brute strength and rage, she dances around her opponent. it's fluid and precise. powerful and captivating. graceful, but still lethal. he'd never witnessed such a style. it awoke something that stirred in his chest. igniting, and surely consuming if he'd let it.

his chin tilts upward as she flourishes, the corner of his lip tugging into a smirk. a gleam of satisfaction that mingled with his interest. and soon, his competitiveness. watching her was amusing, but he wished to join her. to fight against her. to witness the strength that's undoubtedly got him hooked. with a grumble of a chuff, he strides forward, steps heavy as he trudges through the compact snow.

"not bad," he spoke. an inkling of his approval leeching through with a slight lilt of his tone. "but you could do better." he circles her, eyeing her. searching for her weaknesses and for her strengths. tail risen and stiff, the thick muscle in his shoulders coiling tighter with anticipation. "you fight призрак. Проверьте свои силы с реальным противником." he goads her with a toothy, wolfish smolder. 

he stops, staring down at her with challenge. "unless you're too scared."