"Eryx." Morwenna looked down on her son. Her expression one of a tired mother only trying to do her best for her child. It was a full-time job for her and when her son failed to listen, she debated putting him in time out even at two hundred and sixty seven years of age. "All I'm telling you is that the trial begins in just a few weeks and your father would like to speed up your progress because honestly, honey, you're falling behind his expectations."

He shot her a glare, wings fluttering behind him in annoyance. He felt as though his mother always looked down on him, as well as his father. He could never work hard enough to please them. His sword was resting on the log bench beside him and he hated it, but the thought of throwing the nearest weapon at her did cross his mind. She could deflect it easily so it wasn't a big deal. He would just get worse punishment from his father for that than for failing his expectations and later falling behind in the trials.

Instead of hurling his sword at his mother, he merely got up from his spot and went back to the ring. Sword in hand and look of anger plain on his face. He unleashed a flurry of attacks on the first training dummy he laid eyes on. First, he slashed the throat of the dummy, yet his sword deflected and bounced back without cutting the wood and iron mix it was made up of. This was because his family had placed wards over them, if he hit too hard the impact would instead make him fly backwards.

Training with dummies was his father's idea, and didn't help him in the slightest. His thoughts were ruled by anger and hate while he slashed each vital point on the target over, and over again. He couldn't help but feel.. useless. Nothing he ever did seemed like it made a difference. Every year he would go up against his rivals and every year he would fail. Every year he was thrown to the ground, pinned down or hit by a spell that outsmarted him and ultimately led to his downfall.

The day went on. This was the worst time to train as everyone else in the kingdom would be asleep due to them all being rather nocturnal. The only ones awake in the Unseelie Court would be himself, his mother and his father. All of which were judging him, yes, even himself.

Eryx saw a flash of motion up by the large open windows that faced him and the training grounds. It looked.. black. It looked as if a humanoid shadow had passed by the window just fast enough for Eryx to not capture any telling features other than 'It looked black'. He wiped the sweat from his brows and peered harder. He could fly up and find out who it may be? It wasn't a good idea to start a fight with his father if it turned out to be him.. Maybe it was something important and he needed to go see though..?

"Never mind.." Eryx muttered. He turned back to face the dummy with a look of expressionlessness as he prepared himself to fight it again. This time he rose from the ground, spreading his wings and powerfully beating them up and down, up and down, up and down until he reached a good enough height. From here, he plunged downwards and closed his wings in on himself to speed up the process of falling. He hit the dummy with a loud CLANG and bounced back from the sheer force.

Nothing hurt worse than when he smacked into the arena's walls, delicate wings getting crushed under him both when he crashed into the wall and when he fell from it like a fly on a window. He would have passed out from the pain were it not for his tolerance over the years. "I suppose I should thank the Seelie for that.." Eryx winced.

As Eryx got up from his pitifully crouched posiition on the ground there was a pick-up on the breeze and a pool of shadows liquified by his side. The pool looked as if the rain's drops were climbing upwards unnaturally and becoming a slow hurricane of shadow. Slowly, it formed a humanoid shape, the shape of Kael Torin.