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this seemed to spark an interest in the elder prince. slowly removing his crown - like helmet , revealing ashen , pale hair. and a face scarred by war. `` mmmm . . . ? `` letting out a hum that sounded like a question .

giving a nod , and a small smile. sinking his blade into the ground. —— something about the boy reminded him of his own youth. spent training and constantly learning. taking a small whetstone from a satchel clipped to his armor , and handing it over .

gonna make a Radagon account to put into the god of war verse. /

a nod of his head. . . . he wasn’t really able to communicate clearly , his brothers curse afflicted him , which is why he looked so . . sickly . but he’s slowly offering over his blade .

`` hrmmmmm . . . . `` all that left the elder prince was that groan . slowly moving into a sitting position , he was . . . quite tall. black - dyed brass plates scratching against one another as he moved. just staring down with the faintest smile on his face.

slowly using what sign language he knew to communicate , mostly . gesturing his fingers out to spell out each word , until he spelled out ‘ cursed. ‘ and then slowly taking his helmet off , he looked . . . weak. very weak from illness .

he would love to fight these . . . gods ! ! perhaps his curse would be a blessing , since it would be more training rather than a fight to the death .

he’s practicing his swordsmanship to spar with gundyr again. even as a crippled knight , he still manages to throw weight into strikes . a light slash , another , and then following up with an upward thrust to send a mass of flames upwards.

who’s the woman that looks like a feline . . ?

he’s keeping watch , again. his body aches.

slowly spelling out ‘ war. ‘ with his hands , and then spelling out ‘ curse. ‘ the bit about war being shown with the four scars across his face , a nasty cut from a long defeated beast.

he’s trying to stand. but then falls down.

don’t mind him just raising his blade up , and then slamming it at the 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚁 .

quickly shaking his head , spelling out ‘ brother ‘ he didn’t want to reverse this , his brother was all that meant something to him , he had to live in this pain , and show his undying bond .

he seemed to jolt up at that , a tilt of his head. could this curse be broken? the curse that the first flame mercilessly put upon his family? his mother , gone. his father , turned into a beast. his brother , ill and not fit to be a lord of cinder.

charging his blade with divine light , before slamming it into the ground in front of the reader .

where has his brother gone?

// i need to be more active here

would (* 𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘋𝘌𝘙 ) care to spar ?