I Can't Stop, The Dogs Of War

Tarnish was healing well from his fight with the Hallows boy. There were still noticeable wounds on his face but the flesh was healing and each day the marks were less and less red. He'd even lucked out, for it seemed like he might not have a scar from the fight. He was a bit torn about that. While he didn't much like the placement of the marks on his face he felt a little jealous of Siduri and her scars.

Tar was staring at his reflection, stretching his face into all kinds of contorted expressions when a howl went out. A foreign voice, threatening battle. Wait, wait… was that the Ethne leader? Oh fuck, he was gonna miss his rematch! Tarnish sent sand flying as he scrambled back into his den, grabbing his armor and weaponry then bolting for the source of the call. When he arrived he was disappointed to see the boy he'd previously fought wasn't there. At least not yet. Those that arrived were talking blah, blah, something chickens. Wo cared? "Hey! Where's the guy I fought last time? Tell him to get his ass out here, I want a rematch!"


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