Forward we March!

It’s a dog-eat-dog world.

Azoula found their interest in raids and war to be quite amusing; the desire to command masses, order around an army, partake in bloodshed for the sake of bragging rights. Was it not mundane? Still, she wouldn’t deny her Sultan, even if she personally opposed it. If he wanted her in the battle, she would be there, adorned in her battle gear, her companions in tow. She’d even commanded Laney to oversee the Sidi in her absence, banishing them to the Sidi subterrane for the rest of the evening.

She stepped onto the battlefield with purpose, muscles rippling beneath her sleek fur, hips swaying as she saunters forward in silent confidence. Her whiskers are twitching, shoulders rolling in feline fluidity, her eyes roving the valley for an opponent. She catches a few flashes of wings, and her interest is piqued. A game of cat and bird sounds delightful. But unfortunately, those oddities are already tied up. So she waits for her turn, her monkey sitting on her back, and her cockatoo circling above.

Then she spots him- a lone soldier, adorned in an azure and gold pelt, waiting on the sidelines. A smirk spreads across her maw, pupils dilating within an abyss of volcanic hues. Azoula suddenly shoots off toward him, loping across the battlefield with fierce determination, incredible speed, and predatory agility. As she closes in, she releases a deep, thunderous roar, demanding the wolf’s attention.

With her bird in the sky, and her monkey on her back, Azoula attempts to leap off her hind limbs, utilizing her strength and feline agility. Her front paws are outstretched as she attempts to jump onto the wolf to pin him down, claws unsheathed and ready to hook into his skin. Her jaws are already unhinged, and she tries to bite into his nape, to gain leverage. In sync, her monkey leaps off her back and is trying to land on the wolf’s face, to cover his eyes and obscure his vision.

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