[center][h2][color=008B8B] Ineraz Evrenarth [/color][/h2][/center]
Ineraz woke approximately two hours after the sun had risen, feeling well rested. Knowing this day was the start of the tournament his body was in high spirits, his mind as clear as the purest of crystals, his blood feeling the anticipation in the way it did before a hunt. Ineraz put on his armour and took a minute to admire himself in the mirror; if he couldn’t appreciate himself, who else would? Since his hair would get in the way otherwise (it reached almost to the half of his back), he tied it in a tight bun at the nape of his neck. Now, all he was missing was a helmet, always a tricky piece for a Drakkan.
 
First, he took a long and thin piece of leather to wrap around his head and horns’ bases, which would not only serve as cushioning but would also stabilize the headgear. Ineraz felt that his horns were especially annoying; his right one was longer and thinner and had an awkward shorter offshoot to the back, which made it look as if he had three horns. His left horn on the other hand, was somewhat shorter but much denser, strangely but thankfully balancing the right one. When he was done with the leather piece, he put on the helmet, which was welded together from several metal places in such a way to provide a space for his horns. It also had a tough letter buckle to secure it under his chin. In Ineraz’s opinion, it made him look slightly sillier, but it was a vital piece of protection nonetheless.

He still had a few hours until he would have to make his way to the Pits, so after belting his sword and dagger, Ineraz went to one of the estate’s training rooms to have a very light preparation session. He thoroughly stretched his muscles, then engaged in several brief practice fights involving imaginary opponents – first barehanded, then adding his weapons, and finally his elements as well. He moved fluidly through various maneuvers, slashing, stabbing, blocking, evading, kicking, punching, elbowing, incorporating air and water attacks – there was indeed a nearby source of water in the training room, and there hopefully would be one in the pits as well – against various enemies his mind construed to spice up the otherwise solitary activity. Ineraz finished off with a series of stretches again, feeling content now he had worked up a light sweat. And he still had an hour or two to rest and get to the tournament in peak condition.
 
When it was nearing noon, he finally made his way to the pits, excited but attempting and mostly succeeding to appear collected. The streets were crowded with Drakken, and Ineraz found the density rather uncomfortable, but ignored the feeling. There was a Gem here and there; most likely those were the brides who’ve survived from previous years. There would also be some Gem pleasure slaves for those bride-earners not participating in the tournament, but Ineraz saw no reason to forsake a good match for a shared commodity, when he would be soon getting a bride or two all for himself. Moving with the throng, he soon came to the Pits and entered the part where all the contestants gathered, surrounded by heated sweaty bodies much as he was before. But at least every Drakkan here was someone who could become his opponent, and that made their nearness easier to bear. The well-known female noble, the first prince’s daughter, gave a short but captivating speech, and Ineraz let the slow thrum of excitement build in him.

[hider=Summary]Ineraz goes to the pits, as prepared for the tournament as he can be.[/hider]