♦ pitied by @diligentAcquisitions
Attention, Hektor was holding out on a higher resolution portrait. How mischievous. In order to attain this portrait, I had to dissolve several of his citations. @gallavantingGourmand https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/f1807fced590.png Signed and Ratified, Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve
Attention, I would like to personally thank Hektor Castio, @gallavantingGourmand, for serving as Witness to the Duel between Captain Mirith and myself. His presence was appreciated. His discretion was, at select intervals, almost convincing. There is a particular value in having a third set of eyes present when two Officers meet in private to settle a matter of friction, pressure, stamina, and steel. One wants the record to be accurate. One wants the angles pReserved. One wants someone with a steady hand nearby when the formalities become difficult to describe without sounding indecorous. Hektor, to his credit, remained admirably attentive. He observed the Captain’s advance. He observed my resistance. He observed the moment that resistance became a matter of debate. He observed the aftermath with the seriousness due any scene involving a compromised Uniform, a breathing imbalance, and two Officers who had spent themselves quite thoroughly in pursuit of satisfaction. Following the Duel, he was also gracious enough to provide a portrait. For the portrait, naturally. That is why we permitted him to linger. That is why the evening required additional time, additional arrangement, and a more intimate study of posture, expression, placement, bruising, and hue. A proper portrait is not made from memory alone. It requires patience. Proximity. Correction. Occasionally, one must return to the same position several times before the hand understands what the eye has Witnessed. Captain Mirith and I both appreciate Hektor’s dedication to his craft. Whatever others may infer from the three of us remaining together after the formal matter had concluded, I would remind Chittr that Witness work can be demanding, portraiture can be exhausting, and highblood Ceremony often requires more than the untrained public is prepared to comprehend. Gaze upon it. @diligentAcquisitions https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/f1807fced590.png Signed and Ratified, Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve
holy cannoli ❣︎
Attention, The matter has officially concluded. Captain Mirith was victorious. There is no way to refuse the official record of the Duel, as I have also been made to file it myself. He was prepared, as I required. He pressed with force, capitalized on an opening I should not have so freely offered, and disarmed me before the assembled Witnesses. He was swift to have me bent and weakly holding onto my blade in front of the spectators. The field received enough of my hue to satisfy whatever appetite the Captain had chosen. I find it very moving that Captain Mirith was able to pReserve, through all that sweat, pressure, exertion, pinning, slickness, breathlessness, consumption, and thorough satisfaction, the presence of mind to assure the public that this was merely a Duel. His dedication to martial clarity remains one of his more theatrical virtues. Still, I will grant him this: he earned the right to gloat. He may keep it for as long as he can carry it elegantly. As for a rematch, I will consider the matter when I am done considering the failures I made. A rematch is a vulgar word, as opposed to the truth of the matter. It will be a necessary correction. I have considered the weight of his blade, and the pressure he exerted when he placed it upon my face. I recall the precise moment my guard was forced open for far too long. His breach of my sanctity is the only honest thing he has ever done in his position of office. It would be easy to pretend my interest is purely procedural. That I seek only to restore balance, amend the record, and demonstrate that a single defeat does not settle the quality of an Officer. All of that is true, of course. Unfortunately, truth can be very indecent when arranged correctly. I remember the impact. I remember the heat of my own hue spilling where it had no permission to be. I remember the Captain above me, unkind enough to be beautiful in victory, watching my composure come apart one measured breath at a time. I remember my face marked by the consequence of him, stained until even dignity had to look away. One does not forget being opened so thoroughly before Witnesses. One also does not forgive it. So yes, Captain Mirith may rest assured that I am thinking long and hard about a rematch. I am thinking of his blade. I am thinking of the place it found me. I am thinking of whether, when next it pierces through my defense, I will permit the expression on my face to be mistaken for surrender. Or whether I will make him earn that misunderstanding twice. That is right. I will be coming for you, Captain Mirith (@diligentAcquisitions). I will keep coming for you until I catch you. Then, you will come for me. Our game of meowbeast and squeakbeast will continue until one of us is dead, or worse. For the sake of Chittr's Content Policy: #NSFW, as our blades are rather violent and cause chaos in the Reserve Offices of the Threshecutioners. #Violence for violence. Signed and Ratified, Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve
Very l☽o☾vely quadpining y☽o☾u have g☽o☾ing ☽o☾n! ⋆˚࿔
༄ ｡°To be clear I meant in quality of combat declaration, did not intend to imply otherwise.°｡ ༄
༄ ｡°This certainly beats anything I've read previous. I do hope the match is recorded, I will likely learn much.°｡ ༄
Oh gosh ❣︎
I figured I'd ask regardless~ I'm sure I'll get a g⚣⚣d mental image ⚣f it when y⚣u p⚣st ab⚣ut the results ⚣f y⚣ur duel 030