Smashing The Opponent

N/A · 08-12-2015, 02:22 AM

The female had decided that the time had come. The time to feel blood between her claws and taste flesh. Without fear. Such was the way of the warrior she was, and the only way she was going to get better was if she practiced her skills and kept them sharp. Bernadette would breathe in as she began to walk towards the place where battle was commonplace -- The Battlefield. An aptly named place, for what she sought anyway. Ears were perked forward, bicolored eyes shining with a light of eagerness. Let them come, she thought. Let them come and let there be a glorious rain of blood.

Bernadette would come to a stop, paws settling upon the dust of the field. Her gaze would sweep the terra before her head would tilt back, calling for whomever would come. Come without fear, come ready to bleed, for I am waiting. That was the call. Her claws would bite the dirt as Bernadette settled back down, waiting for whomever would show. What name would she give this time, she wondered? Ahh there were the luxury of two choices. One to honor her mother, the other in favor of her father's traditions. A way to honor both. Eyes would blaze as she waited. Come on, she was ready.

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