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Every Eye An Open Storm



Álarr

Avalon
Beta

Master Fighter (330)

Master Healer (246)

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age
8 Years
gender
Male
gems
823
size
Dire wolf
build
Balanced
posts
542
player
lunarcat7

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Promptober 2019
09-13-2019, 06:59 PM
I'll tough it out, I won't give in

The battle raged on and with a few quick maneuvers Álarr was finally able to wriggle his way out of the other man's grasp. However, that was enough for him. He knew he was obviously out-matched and in enough pain as it was. At this point he wasn't proving anything so with embarrassment he surrendered. What the hell had he been thinking? He definitely wasn't ready for this! Álarr was just glad that Valdís or his dad hadn't been there to see. Heck he was glad no one from Legion was there to witness his defeat. Afi pulled up next to him, fur still on end as he glared grumpily at the viking.

"Come on dear," said Brynhildr. "We need to get back." Álarr nodded at the warrior in what he hoped was a brave nod of respect despite the tears welling in his eyes before he took off after his companions to find Valdís and tell her they wanted to go home.

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