Challenge Me!

The dame glared up at the Fjord, her limbs wobbly as she paused at the crest of one of the hills. Dammit all to hell, she knew that this was going to be a hard climb but she didn't realize how out of shape she had gotten. A season of sitting around and moping did that to her, and she did it to herself. Growling she tossed her head as her elongated tail lashed behind her. She was going to make it to the top of this thing it if killed her. Getting irritated at how loose her muscles had gotten, Mercy had been tossing herself into a sort of work out. Climbing this, chasing that, sparing with strangers. All the good things. She wasn't going to let herself get behind because she was sad. That was for sissies and wimps. Snorting and shaking her head slightly, the pale girl rolled her shoulders and set up the sharp incline. The smell of the salt water was getting stronger, and she knew that she was getting close to the top. Almost there. Then she could flop over and pant like she had just ran a marathon. Mmm, the thought was very tempting. It was hard for her to push on then, the lingering thought of laying on the cool ground sounding like her best idea since she decided to climb the blasted thing.

Finally, finally she could see the sky stretching before her, the edge of the cliff now in view. Pushing herself even harder her ears folded against her skull as she took off at a run, pushing herself up the last few feet at a quicker pace. It was her own fault that she had gotten so weak in the first place! So this was her punishment. When her creamy paws finally leveled out she skid to a stop, salmon tongue flopping out of her mouth as she stood there and heaved for a few moments. Looking over her shoulder as she panted, the girl smirked. Hell yeah she did! If she knew was a fist pump would, she would probably be all up in that action right now. But instead she flopped to her belly, the cold ground seeping into her sore muscles and relaxing them. Ah, this was the life. If she wanted to get back to the way she was before, and even more than that, she would have to be able to get up here a lot easier. Tail thumping on the earth, Mercy gazed out at the jagged scar that cut through the land, the cool breeze buffering her face. At least it was still cooler out, if it had been a hot summer's day she might have passed out. But nope, it was the perfect weather for training.

"Speech"
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