<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/yp3k1mQ.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rein Valkard<br/><strong>Time:</strong>10:00 AM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Celeste's Villa, Training Grounds<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Izzy, Open;<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>The clacking of hooves approached, his ears flicking in response to the new audio information. No one else had hooved feet except for one... A recent addition to their forces, acquired by Onyx... Izzy, he recalled. She could be am ornery one sometimes, recollection she had quite the killing instinct regarding another opponent. He recollected her story, a duet with a friend, who had been lost to another owner... But the stories stopped there. Whatever happened between then and Izzy's acquisition was anyone's guess, but she was not afraid to kill.<br/><br/>It reminded him of himself in the early years of prison, with no hope of a future. Kill or be killed, for there was no happiness left for him to obtain. This was before the rules changed... Death was not meant to be in colosseum, but old habits died hard... At least until he met salvation in prison that taught him to see the world differently. Now, here was Izzy... Could they show her what he found one day?<br/><br/>"I suppose I'm not as gentle as I should be." Rein remarked, leaning back slightly on the bench as he glanced back at the deer as she entered. She seemed ready to train, but where? He tilted his head before standing upright, stretching. "I'm surprised to find you up and around down here. Feeling restless?  He hummed, looking her over. He could only imagine what sort of 'training' Onyx put her through sometimes... Often he could hear it.<br/><br/>"Seems like you're acclimating, if nothing else. What are your thoughts so far on the state of affairs here, if you don't mind my asking?" he inquired, moving toward the fallen training dummy to pick it up and set it back on its stable platform.