Blacktail Deer Plateau Praying for Love, and Paying in Naivety

Trying to ease his war-drum of a heart, Siqsa took deep breaths, swallowing and licking his chops as he salivated. He was extremely hot; and his stomach was nauseous. Shaking off the dizziness, he scowled at the stranger before him, distaste forming with bile in his throat. “That wasn’t a spar-  she got lucky!“ he convinced himself of it, having no belief in her simply being a more agile and experienced warrior than he. 

Siqsa wasnt a fan fan of this Corvus calling himself better than him- even though it hadn’t been said. Not even in the slightest. But delusional as heat pooled in his chest, he was also heated he could spit lava. A fever was setting in the beast, and it made him more rampant. 

“You don’t know what you’re talkin’ bout...“ his words slurred as he went toe to toe with this exhaustion. 

But miliseconds after, sleep consumed him.