LEAN, MEAN, FIGHTING MACHINE
04-12-2014, 12:19 AM
Odette was ready. She had been training with Chrysanthe and learning attacks and defenses that could improve her strategies. All of it was time consuming and made her mind spin, but she knew they were all stepping stones. Another stepping stone for her future would be to practice with wolves aside from her mother. It was something she had attempted a few times, but no one had appeared. Either they were not worthy or just didn't have the heart in their abilities. With brimming confidence, she trotted towards the battlefield. It had recently been used and she could smell the sweat, blood, and torn flesh that remained. Her nose wrinkled at the combination of those smells, but she knew that with time, she would get used to them. Red and blue eyes held their natural twinkle, but something else was evident in her gaze: determination. Firm muscles moved beneath her fur as she slowed her trot to a waltz around the edge of her side of the field. As she stood with her legs quivering in anticipation, she tossed back her head and let loose a lovely howl in a low alto note. It was long and as it faded, she wondered who would appear. Talk like this |
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