practice makes perfect
09-12-2013, 07:35 PM
Determination would seep from her pores, skull bobbing with the impatience of her gurgling blood; dainty paws would shift continuously beneath her, weight changing as she grew anxious. So thirsty she was for a fight, so hungry to fulfil her desires to be the best; and well, practise makes perfect? Tail would whisk behind her, jaws parting to emit a call for one of Glaciems assailants. She had heard of two males, and she didn?t want this to be a baby spar. No, she wanted real muscle and skill to go against. She would prove to her father that she was worth her rank. |
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