Recommence | Jove & Evalynn | Private

His days as a pit-fighter under Velya had been numbered since she purchased him back from the city. As he considered the passerby with a furrowed gaze he dared to wonder why she had given him a second chance- was it out of habit that she missed it his presence at her home? He set his jaw derisively. How quickly her feelings had changed when her fortunes wavered for the first time in decades and she was forced to sell whatever could help her reclaim her estate.

Jove had been a part of her estate for years and she had been the one that had made a real fighter out of him. Transforming blind rage into cold, focused fury on the arena sands, reminding him every day of what he was fighting for- she had threatened life of a labor slave to him at the beginning, and then when he was at his prime the King's chevaliers had taken him away. A pity for her. A horror for him.

He looked up cautiously, spotting Velya entertaining a small group of passerby. She seemed to have drawn in a few interested horses. After all his name was not unheard of, even if his coat was not as memorable as some of the more flashy pit-fighters. Instead he had been painted as something of a snarling monster, a beast in the pits who used his raw strength to overpower opponents in a matter of minutes. Now as a new life awaited him he wondered apathetically if he should try to appear agreeable or vicious to permit a sale and keep him from going back with the city slaves.

A shudder ran through him- he would be agreeable and fight as long as he could have his distractions. Anything to keep him from remembering voices and visions of the past.