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*Also, pretend the date this submission was uploaded was May 1st, 'kay 'cause I submitted in two months early by accident?

A Super-Duper Early Birthday Present for of her character Durias, whom I freaking adore now over the other two... what were their names again?
I decided to portray him in his mid twenties and playing against his Grandfather Tobias (Following the prevalent -ias theme).
I also did a line-less version, which I will upload seperately- ([link] )

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It had not even taken an hour for Tobias to almost beat Durias at their friendly game of Chess.
Ever since his Seventeenth Birthday for the past Five years, Durias had made it a point to always play Chess with his grandfather at least once a week, usually in the evenings.
Today was no exception. Jess sat on the floor nearest Tobias’ feet, where she always sat, the old man’s constant companion since the death of his wife Helen nearly eight years ago. Her pelt was starting to fleck grey, the sign that both she and her master were not immune to the steadily wearying embraces of time.
“It is your move, Durias.” Spoke Tobias as he finally placed the rook piece down, taking one of Durias’ errant Knights with his left hand. He reached down to pet Jess with his other hand, who sighed loudly, putting her head on her paws as she sat by her master.
Durias had been placed in a difficult manoeuvre and was struggling to think of which move he should use to counter his grandfather, who was surely Castling. What move should he perform next?

Description
*Also, pretend the date this submission was uploaded was May 1st, 'kay 'cause I submitted in two months early by accident?

A Super-Duper Early Birthday Present for of her character Durias, whom I freaking adore now over the other two... what were their names again?
I decided to portray him in his mid twenties and playing against his Grandfather Tobias (Following the prevalent -ias theme).
I also did a line-less version, which I will upload seperately- ([link] )

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It had not even taken an hour for Tobias to almost beat Durias at their friendly game of Chess.
Ever since his Seventeenth Birthday for the past Five years, Durias had made it a point to always play Chess with his grandfather at least once a week, usually in the evenings.
Today was no exception. Jess sat on the floor nearest Tobias’ feet, where she always sat, the old man’s constant companion since the death of his wife Helen nearly eight years ago. Her pelt was starting to fleck grey, the sign that both she and her master were not immune to the steadily wearying embraces of time.
“It is your move, Durias.” Spoke Tobias as he finally placed the rook piece down, taking one of Durias’ errant Knights with his left hand. He reached down to pet Jess with his other hand, who sighed loudly, putting her head on her paws as she sat by her master.
Durias had been placed in a difficult manoeuvre and was struggling to think of which move he should use to counter his grandfather, who was surely Castling. What move should he perform next?