Take the Shot
07-19-2013, 11:20 AM
Azalea was up early, the sun just beginning to peak over the horizon. There was a buzz of excitement and anticipation in her step. Her paws tingled each time they kissed the ground no matter how briefly they stayed planted. It was bound to be an exciting day with the plans she had set in place. The Adravendi was an oddball, generally sleeping in different places each night. She was uncomfortable with the idea of a den, an easy place where someone could anticipate her to be. It had to be about the only act that showed her actually looking out for herself on a regular basis. Perhaps she was an airhead, trudging around like she could conquer whatever she set her mind to. Young, beautiful, and invincible. She had never been attacked before so she knew no different than to think so. She paced herself as she headed toward the heart of Valhalla from the outer fringes. She headed toward the plains, the location that their home turf was named after. Veronica Plains was a name that didn't quite encompass the whole of Valhalla. In her mind it was just Valhalla, a name that brought to her mind much more than a flat over space with grass. When she reached her destination she seated herself lightly, waiting patiently for her company to arrive. Her brother knew the time and place and surely he would not disappoint her. The sun was out enough to paint the sky a bloody orange, rays shedding light over everything around her. There were hardly any clouds but a cool breeze swept the plains. She was right on time, very soon the spar would begin. -------- ooc: I was thinking just 2 rounds, keep it short and simple. No real wounds, but I'm fine with them roughing each other up. Azalea bleeding doesn't worry me in the least. Anyone who wants to come watch is welcome. Speech, |
