break me down, build me up
05-12-2020, 04:23 PM
The day was dreary, a light snow dappling her earthy pelt as she made her way across the plains of the battlefield. Her body heat was enough to melt the granules of ice on contact, but the wind still whipped at her extremities. Her eyes blinked rapidly to dull the sting, but remained far away, cloudy with thought.
Plague. Cairo. Sirius. So far she'd lost every single one of her spars, save for her bouts against the two Armada heirs. She huffed, ears leveling at the tally -- of course she'd only won against pups. How long would it take to beat fully grown fighters? It was one thing to lose, and Malalia had made her peace with that a long time ago. No master becomes great without making a few mistakes, bearing a few defeats. It was part of the process, one of her old mentors had told her. But it was how often she had lost... it ate at the young warrior, frustration lying behind polite sportsmanship. (Or barely constrained adult-tantrums, let's be real).
Well... she couldn't get better without practicing, right? And what better place to do so? Malalia tossed up her head and howled, calling out for an opponent. If she had to come here day and night, if she had to lose every battle, she would. Until she won.
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