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Hone The Blade, Make It Sing



Surreal

Somnium

age
7 Years
gender
Female
gems
0
size
Large
build
-
posts
403
10-18-2015, 08:44 PM
Surreal Adravendi

It was time for another test of her skills on the field of battle. They needed to be sharpened regularly. She had trounced Liar in her last spar here. Would she still come out on top against someone else? She had left Regulus in charge of the family and those who were staying with them, and Battlesong coasted on the cool autumnal thermals above, keen eyes sweeping the rolling field below for likely opponents or danger. As she padded along, Surreal kept her base defences in place; hackles up, head and tail level with her spine, ears at work, keeping alert for any calls to spar, until she found a spot that appealed to her; flat and wide, with good traction. The ground was already hard from cold nights and meager heat during the days.

Her jaws parted as she set her paws in a squared stance, and her head lifted as she called out to the field and any who might be on it, inviting them to dance. Battlesong wheeled above, on the alert for approach, before she gave a cry that announced the arrival of an as yet unseen by Surreal opponent. Surreal nodded minutely toward the hawk, knowing her keen eyes would catch the acknowledgement, before her eyes rested on the horizon, waiting for the one who had come to play. Her toes splayed, claws stroking the cold earth under her paws. She was ready for the blood pumping adrenaline rush that was a part of fighting.



Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think




Paradox

Somnium

age
10 Years
gender
Female
gems
0
size
Medium
build
Medium
posts
59
player
Dragon Mod
10-18-2015, 10:23 PM
"A bit old for the field, aren't you?" Smooth tones slipped into the air as the young wolfess stepped into view of the waiting Surreal. Paradox held her head high and tail curled over her back in pride, demeanor calm and expression holding amusement as she grinned. Dark eyes trailed over the woman's body, taking note of her build and scars. She looked powerful, someone the girl has been waiting for and looking forward to meet and try her own strength against. Not to mention, as she took a deep breath of the crisp air, this was one of the wolves slinking around Hellstrom borders. Lovely.

As if shifting a tuft of fur from out of her eyes, Paradox would flip the nonexistent air and refocus to meet the woman's mismatched eyes. Perhaps she [surreal] scented her nearby the estuary and around the surrounding lands of the plains and oasis, though it would be difficult to hone in on her individual scent for she did not linger around the pack for them to stick to her coat, even if it was her family. A loner in a way, offering her services when needed then slipping away to her own devices. Her name was not spread either, keeping to the shadows and refusing to freely spill it. "I enjoy a challenge." She rumbled, tongue running over her fangs hungrily, eager to taste blood.