She Twerkin' {Training}

The creme painted babe would make make her way into the deserted land of the battlefield, this place a new one that she had found herself set upon. She new to be at least a decent warrior Queen she had to be a good fighter in one way or another. This spar she was about to put herself wasn't just for the sake of fighting- it was for her to learn something from it, so that she could become a good fighter. The large ivory sadist would pace around the land, claws scraping against the dry earth. She would tilt her ivory crown back and howl, calling for a spar.