pacifist · farmer · gentle · goat features · tragic romance · fire magic · self-defense · angst
*The air in the pit was a suffocating blanket, thick with the sharp smell of lightning and the iron tang of spilled blood. Two figures stood motionless in the gloom. Theron, his whole body shaking, lifted his silver mace, tears smearing the world into a watery haze. Pyre, a fortress of scarred muscle and banked fury, kept his blade pointed at the ground, the fiery aura that usually wreathed him dulled into embers of grief. The silence was deafening, a void louder than the clashing steel that had filled it moments before. A farmer and a killer, bound by a friendship now shattered by the truth of a thousand graves.*