Where I Have Wandered...

*Alena* · 07-25-2013, 03:48 PM

The fea looked out of place in this home of blood and death. Her ivory form stood out against the bleak field, the breeze catching on her thick pelt. She padded silently across the land, breathing in the iron-tainted air of that the dried blood under paw gave off. The smell of death no stranger to her nose. In fact, it was a familiar smell to the assassin. Despite her innocent appearance she was not the wolf to anger. Her violet gaze, cool and calculating as always, raked across the land before her. The battlefield looked strangely empty today. It was quite a while before her eyes finally settled on another wolf. She lifted her nose to catch his scent as the breeze drifted his unique sent toward her. Not a pack wolf. That was all she needed to know. One of the few rules the Amenti had to follow was to not hurt allies so as long as he wasn't an aly he was fair game. It had been far too long since the fea had stretched her legs and tested her fighting skills in a spar so she hoped this brute was up to the challenge.

Giving a short bark as a greeting, Alena padded up to him, dipping her head out of respect. She may be a murderer, but she wasn't heartless and still remembered her manners. Hello there," she greeted as she came to a halt a few feet from him. Her eyes assessed him, noticing that they were fairly evenly matched in size and possibly strength. It would be an interesting fight if he took her offer. "I am Alena and I would like to challenge you to a sparr. This is the battlefield so it's a fair activity, wouldn't you say? No stakes, only for practice, and no fatal wounds." A grin touched her muzzle and her eyes gleamed with excitement at the challenge. "What do you say, stranger? Will you fight me?"

"Speech."

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