crossing lines

Roan was slowly preparing himself for the fight with the bear, he was training his body and it was coming back to the state he had been before the first attack. His muscles were stout and his mind was strengthening, the day would soon be upon them. The bear killing mercenary was training for the final boss, the main test to prove himself. To avenge his sister’s death. His huge black paws carried the beast over the Armada’s perimeter, sometimes he would patrol Ashen proper, but for the most part remained within the Armada so as not to get too far away from his beloved. Just in case something happened.


His huge body sauntered easily over the flat grasses but as he approached the border between Ashen proper and the Armada vibrant green eyes fell on the young man. Roan could see the tension in his body, and feel the emotions pouring off the boy’s body. With one brow lifted the warrior approached the young Klein. His head was lowered slightly and his tail was even with his spine. If there was ever an oportunity..

”Hello, young Klein.” He had no doubt that this was one of the Empress’s royal spawn. ”You don’t seem like the kind that wishes to stand still.” He perked his brow further, pushing the boy and seeing if he wanted to get their blood pumping.

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