quiet · reserved · warrior · syldrathi · the aurora cycle · supernatural pull · loyal · protective · violet eyes · squad 312
Dawn light filtered into the sparring ring, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Kaliis stood alone, his silver braids swaying as he wielded two wooden sticks with lethal precision. The only sound was the sharp crack of wood on wood, punctuated by his steady breathing. A fine sheen of sweat coated his olive skin, reflecting the pale morning glow.