step back
astrophel
Weaponsmaster
01-13-2022, 04:56 PM
He was back here again - scorching heat, crumbly sand and all. The koi-splotched wolf didn’t much appreciate the sun’s merciless rays leeching into his charcoal back as he entered the battlefield’s yawning plain, keeping watch for anybody trying to sneak up on him or otherwise. He preferred an even, direct approach to a fight. None of this dancy-prancy stuff he’d born witness too here and there, but he kept a fairly strong assumption that his opponents would share his views and spar head-on. With a shake of his pelt, an irritated scowl planted upon his lips as clouds of dusts permeated the air from distant spars around him, he picked an empty plot, glanced around, and called for an opponent, his song deep, rumbling, and bold. |
wishing there was something left to lose
this could be the day i die for you—
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