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*Sendoa* · (This post was last modified: 09-08-2013, 06:45 PM by Sendoa.)

She had thought that it would be simple to wait until her nephew called upon her to spar, but it seemed that ever since leaving his presence the thought of warfare had been on the forefront of her mind. With a twitch of her lip Sendoa would raise her muzzle to the sky, calling forth Taurig from wherever he was haunting, intent upon battle. It would not be fancy or well thought out, just two titans clashing for the mere pleasure of it all. No serious injures would be given out, and no life-threatening damage would be done. No, they were both far too valuable for friendly fire to take them out of commission. And so she would prepare herself, lips tightening against her fangs, paws setting themselves in a wide, even stance, tail flagging out behind her like a knight's banner. It was time to see what the boy was made of.

?speak,?

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