An Era Past

It had been a long while since the Warlord had made his way down to the Battlefield. Despite its close location to the Armada’s new territory. He had no need to recruit, and his own abilities were kept sharp by training his members. He wasn’t entirely sure what brought him down there today. Perhaps the nostalgia of it. There had been a time when he had spent more days on these barren fields than he could count.

The land was familiar with its tainted scent and the dry feel beneath his paws. It was always a place of promise, and unpredictability. Thrilling in his youth. The old Armada Warlord let his eyes drift over it now, before raising his muzzle high. Letting out a call to any prospective fighters that he was there, and willing to spar.


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