Shall we dance? (Open Spar)

*Satis* · 12-26-2014, 06:47 PM

Perhaps it is the rust that tickles the frosting of her joints that sways her here; a rattling bone-shed of intimate dedication. The Armada has little place on a practise field, and yet something sends her into the feverish depths of oil-grase - steam train, docile and dormant. She, Regium’s golden-edged warrioress and a fine example of blood-wealth, will perhaps seek to split her blood with an unfamiliar babe so fragile and weakened to the exposure of a seasoned battle master. “Satis Armada – I will fight, should you wish,” if the two-toned youth cowered beneath the rattle of her veins, Satis was unlikely to set chase – unrelenting ferociousness is only evident beneath command, and today nobody has begged her here.

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