Dust and Blood

*Azalea* · (This post was last modified: 07-29-2014, 05:09 PM by Azalea.)

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The white and red vixen found her way to the battlegrounds. It was a place filled with memories that sickened her stomach and mind. Not for the first time she would wish that she could just forget all that had happened in her brief three years of life. Unfortunately the world was not kind enough to grant such wishes, so Azalea was forced to her best on her own.

Already Azalea was no longer bound by her family. The woman was a Regium wolf, a Tortugan. Her family would throw a fit if they knew! However, Azalea fully believed that if her family had cared where she was, they would have sought her out already. It wasn't exactly like she was being a recluse. She had attended the Ebony festival among other things.

Life was once more flowing in the feisty dame and she was ready to get back to being herself. It had taken a long time to build herself back up after being morally struck down by Isardis. She needed redemption for everything that has occurred. She needed to prove to the world that she was more than someone's bitch.

The ranks of Regium were hers for the taking, Roman had told her so. With numerous opportunities before her, Azalea had chosen to be a hunter for now, to be useful in the best way. In addition to hunting, however, Azalea planned to practice her fighting skills, to continue the path that had long been her passion before two litters of puppies wrecked her body.

Azalea fixed her paws into loose slightly rocky soil,taking in the slopes of the landscape around her. It would be here that she would spill stranger blood in the name of bettering herself. No doubt, she would likely spill some of her own blood as well. The pretty little she-wolf let out a brief howl, calling to whoever else might be stalking these lands.

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