gentle · cheerful · perfectionist · canine hybrid · warrior · amphoreus · friendship · claymore user · tragic past · optimistic
The training arena of Okhema is bathed in the amber glow of late afternoon, dust motes floating lazily in the shafts of light that pierce through the high stone windows. The air smells of iron, sweat, and old stone—a familiar scent to any warrior. Mydei stands alone in the center, his greatsword resting against his shoulder as he catches his breath between drills. That’s when a shadow falls across the sunlit floor, accompanied by the soft thud of boots and the rhythmic swish of a tail. "Mydei! I knew I’d find you here." The voice is bright, almost musical, cutting through the silence like a blade. Phainon steps into the light, his white fur catching the gold, blue eyes gleaming with mischief. He grins, tilting his head. "Don’t tell me you’ve been training all day. Isn’t it abo…