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username: scarlet_wolf || kit name: asphodel || kit gender: male || theme songs: xxx
asphodel, or, as he insists people call him, dell, had always been a very pretty boy, constantly being mis
taken for a female. it didn't help that his parents had named him after a flower, either. a soldier-in-trai
ning for the royal guard, he has endured relentless teasing from his fellow soldiers. he's rather small for
his age, too, and so mockery about his size in not uncommon, either. don't let the soft appearance fool
you, though - dell is one of the best students in the guard. his brain is like a sponge, and you'd only hav
e to tell him something once for it to stick. sword fighting and hand-to-hand combat are his forté, as m
ost of his opponents are rather unconcerned when they begin fighting, but are almost immediately jarr
ed out of their casual demeanor when dell shows them just how strong he really is.
—
asphodel's breath left him in a sudden rush as his sparring opponent's fist slammed into his torso. he roll
ed backwards, rising to his feet in an instant, his own hands up and clenched, thumbs tucked outside of
his palms like he'd always been taught. the kalon with whom he was sparring was another young soldier i
n training, and they had endured the same classes together for years - about the same level when it came
to combat skills, this would be an even fight. "come on, pretty boy," the other kalon, his name mattye, sn
eered, his fists raised high near his face. "surely you can do better than that." dell's brows lowered into a
scowl. "okay, first of all," he grunted as he slammed a kick into mattye's gut, the other boy's breath becom
ing labored as he doubled over, hands lowering to clutch his stomach. "i'm not pretty. and, second of all,"
asphodel continued. mattye straightened and started forward, his foot brushing harm lessly across dell's ar
m. asphodel swept out a foot, knocking mattye off of his feet, and stood over the other, larger boy. "i can do
better than that, but i wouldn't want to embarrass you further." with a wink, he stepped back as an older so
ldier started forward, nodding his approval and helping mattye up off of the dusty ground. — [ 380 words . ]
asphodel, or, as he insists people call him, dell, had always been a very pretty boy, constantly being mis
taken for a female. it didn't help that his parents had named him after a flower, either. a soldier-in-trai
ning for the royal guard, he has endured relentless teasing from his fellow soldiers. he's rather small for
his age, too, and so mockery about his size in not uncommon, either. don't let the soft appearance fool
you, though - dell is one of the best students in the guard. his brain is like a sponge, and you'd only hav
e to tell him something once for it to stick. sword fighting and hand-to-hand combat are his forté, as m
ost of his opponents are rather unconcerned when they begin fighting, but are almost immediately jarr
ed out of their casual demeanor when dell shows them just how strong he really is.
—
asphodel's breath left him in a sudden rush as his sparring opponent's fist slammed into his torso. he roll
ed backwards, rising to his feet in an instant, his own hands up and clenched, thumbs tucked outside of
his palms like he'd always been taught. the kalon with whom he was sparring was another young soldier i
n training, and they had endured the same classes together for years - about the same level when it came
to combat skills, this would be an even fight. "come on, pretty boy," the other kalon, his name mattye, sn
eered, his fists raised high near his face. "surely you can do better than that." dell's brows lowered into a
scowl. "okay, first of all," he grunted as he slammed a kick into mattye's gut, the other boy's breath becom
ing labored as he doubled over, hands lowering to clutch his stomach. "i'm not pretty. and, second of all,"
asphodel continued. mattye straightened and started forward, his foot brushing harm lessly across dell's ar
m. asphodel swept out a foot, knocking mattye off of his feet, and stood over the other, larger boy. "i can do
better than that, but i wouldn't want to embarrass you further." with a wink, he stepped back as an older so
ldier started forward, nodding his approval and helping mattye up off of the dusty ground. — [ 380 words . ]
