Day One: Early Morning

[Minoshia]

Minoshia had been on the move since earlier this morning. Upon arrival he had tried to catch a hint of what was to come via meditation, but as always he found this tiny little trick to be completely and utterly useless, though it did relieve some of the stress he had felt the other day. Perched, legs cross on the incline of the small hill, breeze running against the back of his head, carrying the locks of his mohawk skyward and into a fray. Blades of grass dancing below his young thighs. The young prince had risen however, to the screams of his nearby brother, it seemed the other Konat had gotten himself into a bit of a tussle early into the tournament, or slaughter, whichever suited your fancy.

As he walked briskly across the long fields, he was consciously trying to keep the adrenaline levels in his mind within their respective scales, he knew how eagerly the demon inside him was vying to escape his stronghold and unleash himself onto the world. How he would have his time, and it seemed as it would be sooner then later.

You'd better not get in my fuckin way boy. I'll tear you to shreds along with anyone else that crosses my path.

This format for a tournament doesn't really suit me, but try not to go to wild.

Minoshia tossled with himself, this wasn't that bad, usually the head pains that came with the arguing was unbearable, it seemed that their agreement on the matter helped the Konat focus.

He was jogging now, at quite a quick pace. He had found out earlier he hadn't the ability to fly, which as much as it had it's downfalls, it would keep the Prince from going into a rather sloth like state that he was prone to on most mornings. He seemed refreshed today. His vision was a bit hazy, a silver streak bearing down the left side of his scope of things, but that was the norm now. Everytime his mind gave way to the uncontrollable animal that occupied it, it seemed this phenomenom occured. He couldn't explain it, and wasn't really interested in trying.

As he reached the climax of the seemingly never ending incline, he spotted his brother in the crescent valley below him, grabbing his nose, which seemed to be in tremendous pain.

"Brother!" Tapion looked up and spotted his younger sibling, who simply nodded and walked slowly down to his brethren's side. As they embraced, Minoshia managed a small smirk on the stern face. For such a young child, he was so terriblly cold. His little ice heart, his fiery red eyes, unstereotypically calm and calculated for a Konatsa-jin, and especially one for his young age.

As they released, Minoshia stared off into yet another hillside. In his mind it began to fade into shades of grey, the only color was the glaring red crimson that had taken the place of the green blades of nature. He blinked rapidly, rubbing his tiny eyes and making everything tranform back to normal. His vision would become a reality soon, and these hills would be soaked with blood.