Beneath the winter sun
Kat
01-08-2021, 02:59 PM
(This post was last modified: 01-08-2021, 03:00 PM by Lament.)
The Ademre found himself heading towards the battlefield. The barren plain salted with the blood of many. He knew this was where he had first found himself, and he thought with a soft pang of his sisters, the memory of them foggy in his mind. Curse the Ademre warrior who was cowardly enough to poison them. To taint his memories so that those that were once closest to him where a hazy memory.
He stretched out his legs, pushing them until the blood flowed freely, and warmth ran up his veins. The exercises as familiar to him as breathing. It bided the time as he waited patiently for a challenger with which he could pit himself against. He was pushing himself hard these days, bringing himself back to fighting-fit after the time he had spent relaxing on Daager Island. He would prove himself useful to the pack he had aligned himself with.
In the quiet, late morning air, the Ashen Warrior raised his head skyward, and let out a long, powerful howl.
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