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Grimoire · 05-09-2023, 01:20 PM

He hadn't been to the battlefield much for a while. But he decided that he probably should visit more often. He was lacking in skill. The raid defending against the pirates proved as much. The earthen Ancora made his way there, thinking about his future. His past. His present. He didn't know what he wanted to do or where he wanted to go in life, but at least he was trying to figure it out. Sort of. A summons for a fight jolted him from his thoughts, and he realized he had gone deeper into the battlefield than he initially thought. The caller was unfamiliar. But then again, so was everyone he came across. It held a tone to it that he didn't quite understand...it was almost...feral...maniacal...if that was even the right word for it.

Curious and driven to do better, Grimoire went against his better judgment and made his way to meet his would be opponent. When he spotted her, his brows furrowed as he took in the sight of her. A scraggly she-wolf, older than him, that wore the bones of another. It was something he'd never seen anyone wear before and was feeling unnerved. And when he decided that this probably wasn't a good idea anymore and was about to turn away, she had already laid eyes on him. Shit. "I...er...I'm here to spar...you...I guess." He cleared his throat as he tried to remain undisturbed by her presence. Was she just as psycho as she looked? Or was he judging a book by its cover?

"Grimoire

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