makin papa proud
12-26-2021, 08:51 PM
The wisps had whispered a need to train; their steady, insistent bothering prompting Omen to pester and whine until she was finally - blessedly - granted her wish. To the battlefield the young witch went! She was bare of all armor and up for the challenge. The barrows were full of all sorts of wonderful things but in wearing them Omen found herself terrible uncomfortable always. So for now she was shunning all armaments.
She strode onto the scene with an air of haughty calm. There were big wolves wandering hither and yon, but they were, as far as she was concerned, a bit much. No, she wanted someone her age. So, ignoring the adults, she roamed the field for a time. By the time she finally found someone who appeared to be close to her age she had begun to get frustrated. In her haste to stake her claim on that opponent Omen threw decorum out the window and ran full speed at her would-be opponent. Heaven forbid someone beat her to it!
"You!" she yelled, "Let's go!" Her claim staked, she leaped straight to it. The young witch came at Makara head on and sought to wrap her arms around the girl's neck with the intent of dragging her into the dirt.
Omen vs Makara for Spar
Round 1 of ???
Age: under 6mo
Size: dire (maint. request pending to fix the sizing error)
Build: Heavy
Mutation 1: Elongated fangs - Offensive
Skills: Beginner Fighter & Beginner Intellectual
Current time: 09-20-2024, 12:48 PM
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