.:Let's Kill Tonight!:. {Kire, Axel} (Blitz!)

He slipped down the hall, the years he had spent practicing being silent once again taking control as he moved. As soon as the quell had been announced he was made the favorite of the family, (the pride and joy because he was the youngest, and the most likely to be reaped of all of the Morenos.) Being the favorite meant getting a lot of praise from his parents - adoptive though they were - and even one or two of his elder siblings. However, being the favorite also meant his parents had demanded he receive extra training. His lucky instructor was named Remo, an adopted brother of his. Glimmering eyes peered around the corner in search of the older boy, but there was no sign of him inside the house. It was almost like that time, some amount of time previous - (time blurred for him sometimes) - that he had taken some blood for Remo. Except this time he wasn't where Taeve looked for him, and he most certainly wasn't asleep in his bed. Obviously there was the only logical place left to look and the chill morning air bit into his skin as Taeve stepped outside. Sure enough, Remo stood in the back yard seeming impatient.

The older boy's eyes found him and grudgingly Taeve listened as he spoke. "Now, that you showed up, I was chosen to teach you some fighting styles for now. So, little vampire, take off your shirt. Most games, a tribute must fight in hot or cold arena's where they may freeze or burn. This is why I woke you up early, so you can face the cold. A tribute will face many dangers and this will be one of them. So, c'mon kid show me what you got." Grumbling something about vampires being stupid, Taeve slid forward, removing his shirt with a nasty look at Remo before lifting one of the swords from its place on the rack. (It wasn't the knife he loved so much, but he had had enough training with a sword to hold it properly.) Looking somewhat miserable, he stood there watching Remo wearily.