Bad Company
09-16-2013, 11:46 PM
She would meander the base of the peaks with a dwindling interest, quivering nostrils chasing the nearby stench of male. The youth had grown ever-hungry for battle, so determined to fill the towered expectations of her father. Within Glaciem there were minimal characters willing to test her skills, often off putted by her rank or daughter-status, or so it seemed. So she had strayed from the borders of her home, dainty toes tracing the inclinations of rocky landscape. She would spot the cr?me beast a short distance away, the marked oddity swaying with natural ease upon her wary though confident approach. Though she wouldn?t attack if he begged it of her, she didn?t see any harm in persuasion. So she would square, stance suggesting a mild aggression as the striking banshee would flag her tail above beige rump, ?You wouldn?t deny me a spar, would you stranger?? Feminine lyrics lightly muffled by the roaring of the nearby waterfall. |
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