face straight out a magazine
nyx
08-15-2022, 04:43 PM
Training. Something about training. The winter had melted into spring, leaving everything sodden and soggy and overall... unsavory. It left Cyanide in a mood that was pretty much as stormy as the world around her. If she was going to be stormy, Cy needed to walk away from Ashen as well. Just for the day. Just for now. Making a mature decision would be... well, it would be taking it out on someone else. Taking it out on someone she didn't live with. Taking out her bad attitude, bad mood, on someone who's not stuck with her. They call that saving face. Or training, whatever. High headed, sharp eyed, Cyanide stalked to the battlefield once more. Into one of the makeshift rings, she called out into the cloudy afternoon. There had to be someone out here she could fight, right? Had to be. There was too much energy in her system to wait placidly, though. In a broad circle, Cy paced. A light, lazy jog, she paced. Moving. Moving. She had to keep moving. |
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