((Sunday, June 3rd, Midnight))
Maarab wasn't quite sure what to expect when he finally reached the Forbidden Forest. The black feathers let him know who had sent the note - looked like the little half-angel was going to fight him after all. But he had no idea how far the younger man was willing to go, or what had finally made him give in.
The setting was a little odd. Maarab, unlike most of the shadow demons, did not actually have night vision. But he was used to fighting blind, and from what he'd seen of the other half-angel, the guy was still too concerned with morals and justice to ambush him. Even if the half-demon was killed, which he found unlikely, he'd just come back. He was eager to test the other half-breed, uncaring what the outcome was, and hoped the one who'd invited him to this place would notice his arrival.
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The forest sounds were soothing to Ishvi. Not relaxing enough to get him out of nightmare form while he was waiting expectantly, terrified and lost, for Maarab's arrival, but a reminder of nature. This place he was mostly unfamiliar with. He'd never had any desire to enter the Forbidden Forest before - even the hunts with Smokey had been in the woods. There'd been no point risking death, even if it would only be temporary. And now, this would cost him his job, and if things went according to expectation, his life, possibly permanently if the half-demon was powerful enough. That thought just left him numb - He intended to fight, expected to lose, didn't care if he died.
Ishvi's choice of location and time had not been intended as a disadvantage for his prospective opponent. He simply hadn't wanted to involve anyone else, or possibly be talked out of his reckless self destruction. But even though he was keeping this duel secret until it was over, he still intended it to be legal. He wouldn't attack the other man, no matter how much he wanted to, and he wouldn't enter into the duel until they were both agreed on the terms. He would not compromise his morals more than he already had.
Still when he saw Maarab arrive, Ishvi couldn't help summoning his daggers into his hands. And he didn't send them back, just clung to them to ground himself as he walked over to the man. The half-nightmare's eyes glowed in the dark, but everything else made him seem part of it. His voice came out quiet and steady, blank. "I have no authority to execute you. But I can fight you. To the death, your choice of weapons. Are these terms acceptable?"
Maarab wasn't quite sure what to expect when he finally reached the Forbidden Forest. The black feathers let him know who had sent the note - looked like the little half-angel was going to fight him after all. But he had no idea how far the younger man was willing to go, or what had finally made him give in.
The setting was a little odd. Maarab, unlike most of the shadow demons, did not actually have night vision. But he was used to fighting blind, and from what he'd seen of the other half-angel, the guy was still too concerned with morals and justice to ambush him. Even if the half-demon was killed, which he found unlikely, he'd just come back. He was eager to test the other half-breed, uncaring what the outcome was, and hoped the one who'd invited him to this place would notice his arrival.
———-
The forest sounds were soothing to Ishvi. Not relaxing enough to get him out of nightmare form while he was waiting expectantly, terrified and lost, for Maarab's arrival, but a reminder of nature. This place he was mostly unfamiliar with. He'd never had any desire to enter the Forbidden Forest before - even the hunts with Smokey had been in the woods. There'd been no point risking death, even if it would only be temporary. And now, this would cost him his job, and if things went according to expectation, his life, possibly permanently if the half-demon was powerful enough. That thought just left him numb - He intended to fight, expected to lose, didn't care if he died.
Ishvi's choice of location and time had not been intended as a disadvantage for his prospective opponent. He simply hadn't wanted to involve anyone else, or possibly be talked out of his reckless self destruction. But even though he was keeping this duel secret until it was over, he still intended it to be legal. He wouldn't attack the other man, no matter how much he wanted to, and he wouldn't enter into the duel until they were both agreed on the terms. He would not compromise his morals more than he already had.
Still when he saw Maarab arrive, Ishvi couldn't help summoning his daggers into his hands. And he didn't send them back, just clung to them to ground himself as he walked over to the man. The half-nightmare's eyes glowed in the dark, but everything else made him seem part of it. His voice came out quiet and steady, blank. "I have no authority to execute you. But I can fight you. To the death, your choice of weapons. Are these terms acceptable?"