Tag, You're It.

*Aures* · 02-06-2014, 10:42 PM

The Battlefield was a place Odette had only been to once. When Chrysanthe was challenged for Valhalla, her daughter obediently followed without being told. The faded scents of wolves before her still hung in the air, but what killed her nose the most had been the blood and flesh that had been left to decay. She had wanted to gag, but she thought of the earliest memories of Gargoyle and how he seemed to have an iron stomach kept her from doing it. The memories from the beginning of her life flashed before her eyes and she held onto Gargoyle's face as she walked towards the famous Alacritis landmark.
Upon reaching the battlefield, Odette's stomach clenched from the stenches of past fights. She raised her eyebrows when she saw two males she had met in passing: Sin and Baldur. They were sparring? This would indeed be an interesting battle. Odette didn't say a word to either men or the brown female that had come to (obviously) support Baldur. Instead, she reclined to her haunches a good distance away and lowered her upper torso to the cool ground. Red and blue eyes remained opened to watch the spar that was about to unfold. Perhaps she would learn from these wolves for her own future practices.

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Tag, You're It.

Aures