Lren dipped his bare feet into the cool river water as the gentle moonlight bathed the surrounding area in a faint light. The rage that had threatened to consume his thoughts had seemed to pass, much to the relief of the Duskwight. Even then, he wouldn't relent in his training.
His pale skin was amplified by the soft moonlight, the top of his Gi laying beside the river as he would stand tall. How he longed for the thrill of battle again but not for the same reasons his other side did. The man wanted to keep testing his strength, to continue bettering himself and his skill. Though the Spear was indeed an interesting weapon to wield, he knew that deep down he could always truly rely on his own two hands. The new weapon would open up more opportunities, a chance to make it an extension of his own body. Perhaps with more time, it could provide the same joy.
Each day became more of a challenge, to press the burning desire to exact revenge on those that wronged him but in the end, it would simply leave him empty. The Garleans had tried and succeeded in bringing out his true rage once before, though that form of strength was wild and lacked discipline. It was not the sort of warrior he wanted himself to be.
It would be a few days before he returned back to the city, to learn from the Lancer's Guild and to gather up supplies.
The time to test his strength against the world would soon be arriving once again.
His pale skin was amplified by the soft moonlight, the top of his Gi laying beside the river as he would stand tall. How he longed for the thrill of battle again but not for the same reasons his other side did. The man wanted to keep testing his strength, to continue bettering himself and his skill. Though the Spear was indeed an interesting weapon to wield, he knew that deep down he could always truly rely on his own two hands. The new weapon would open up more opportunities, a chance to make it an extension of his own body. Perhaps with more time, it could provide the same joy.
Each day became more of a challenge, to press the burning desire to exact revenge on those that wronged him but in the end, it would simply leave him empty. The Garleans had tried and succeeded in bringing out his true rage once before, though that form of strength was wild and lacked discipline. It was not the sort of warrior he wanted himself to be.
It would be a few days before he returned back to the city, to learn from the Lancer's Guild and to gather up supplies.
The time to test his strength against the world would soon be arriving once again.
![[Image: fs_overall.png]](http://raptr.com/badge/Lren/fs_overall.png){kind=icon}
