#vaskody

I didnt post last week so im going to post two things today ❤️

Messing around, exploring some ideas for a new character. Dont know how important he might end up but it would be cute if Azaiah had a little rivalry with him.

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Vasko-dy raised his chin as he approached, his sword raised and angled. He was ready for anything… any quick movement Azaiah could throw at him, he was prepared to parry.

Azaiah hated sparring with him… He was much better than his brother Xavier who had to resort to dirty tactics and turned these spars into wrestling matches. In fact, he would rather spar with any of those Anemoians who fought with unrestrained seriousness and would ceaselessly circle their sparring partners like snarling wolves. They were at least titled princes. A loss to them was embarrassing at worst, but at the very least it was not to Vasko.

Vas was… sure- technically a prince. He was the son of an Ishidan Superior but held no status now beyond his fathers favor with Zachariah and the mothers.

He was simply a son of a has-been sire. He was a simple musician. A simple boy with way too much swagger to his step for his place in the world.

His confidence was distracting, as was the judgment radiating from across the room from his father. Zachariah, whome was standing beside Vasko’s dad, narrowed his expression, watching the boy's guard but not making a move quite yet.

Vasko Sr stood at attention, his hands folded politely behind his back as he and Zachariah idly commented on the sons.

They were just slightly too quiet to hear without devoting more attention…

So when Azaiah twitched, his eyes darted to the side and he concentrated on what his elders spoke of, the younger Vasko took that opportunity.

Azaiah found himself back flat on the ground, cringing as his simple peer stood over him with the tip of his blade to his throat.