03-30-2018, 01:46 AM
He had heard and seen Rosco lingering at his side, watching on with paternal concern. Most of the time he would let him watch, continuing his task with deep rooted determination. It was only with this final hit did he finally stop, body slicked with sweat and darkening his coat. As his chest heaved, wings perched slightly spread to help with balance, he took note of the other man making his approach. He was curious, and Vynter instantly recognized him from a few previous encounters. His nostrils expanded to take in his scent, before offering a gently pressing of his nose against his. The man had moved to inspect the boulder he had been assaulting, obviously perplexed by his actions.
Before he could really explain, Rosco called to him once again, asking the boy to come drink. Flicking an ear in his direction in acknowledgement, he continued to look at Seiji in hopes that he would follow. Slowly turning his tired and sore body, the colt made his way up the cracked steps toward a source of water. His steps; ice blossoming beneath each one, were slow yet still steady. And though his wings drooped along his sides like beautiful plumage, you could tell there was little energy in his movements. He had worked himself too hard, but he wouldn't admit it; because he needed to keep going and get himself stronger than ever. Once he reached the summit of the building, he turned to look at Rosco silently, before finally getting himself something to drink.
Vynter
My will is a sword that cuts down anything in my way