Wake up and fight again

The girl had been brooding for a while. Her father had left her and her sister on their own fairly young, and she hadn't seen Memphis in ages. Everything seemed to be going wrong. When was life ever going to make sense? It didn't feel like there was any purpose to this all, and she just sort of dragged herself through life because there was nothing else to do. Did it ever get fun, or interesting? She was certain she'd pretty much seen it all, and there couldn't be much else out there in the world. What was she supposed to do if this was all there was to life? It hadn't occurred to her that she merely hadn't found her calling yet.

Saffron ended up at the Battlefield by chance. Something about the scent had drawn her interest, but she wasn't sure why. She'd never fought before. Yet something about the overwhelming smell of blood, adrenaline and scuffed earth intrigued her. Traveling across the well-trodden dirt, Saffron felt eager and apprehensive. She wasn't sure what she'd find here, but her she felt somehow like she'd find a little excitement around here. It was a feeling she hadn't experienced, and she felt her hair standing on end at the thought of a brawl - she didn't mind staining the lands with her own blood, and she suddenly thought how much she'd enjoy spilling someone else's blood here. She paused, surprised by her thoughts at first, but it only took moments for her to accept her sudden desire.

Determined to sate her craving and get a taste of violence, Saffron marched to the center of the Battlefield, seating herself comfortably and tipping her head back to howl. She knew the meaning of this place, and she intended to draw an opponent to her and waste no time getting to the fun part.