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10-25-2014, 08:29 PM
Romani
She had been at the Edge Meeting, led by the good Kaj and the kind Kahlua, so Romani knew well the name of the mare she was supposed to cross hooves with, a spar assigned by Archibald the Dauntless. Cheveyo... The newly appointed Captain of the Edge, one who Romani was supposed to look towards as a mentor, look towards as a leader. As a matter of fact, Romani knew Cheveyo's name even before her return to the World's Edge. They had crossed paths long ago upon the white shores of the Endless Blue, where they had spoken like good friends while they had been nothing but strangers.
"Captain Cheveyo!"
The Haflinger's summoning bellow rang across the frosted land, echoing through the stale, frozen air, carried easily along the frigid breeze. Above her the sun shone brightly in the apex of the sky, blazing and luminous against a backdrop of cerulean blue. It provided no warmth, however, even in the throng of noon-time, for the merciless grasp of Frostfall was far too strong upon Helovia. The clearing that the gypsy had found was perfect for a good spar; open and avoid of cumbersome obstacles, like rocks, drops, trees, or river banks... Yet the snow that clung stubbornly to the ground would work against them. It was like their own little arena, surrounded by trees, and if one listened close enough, they could hear the roaring sounds of the ocean waves crashing against the edge of the cliffs.
"Greet me as sisters-in-arms, and answer my summons! It's time for us to spar, good Captain."
Sitting on the sidelines was Kasai, who lounged in the snow, tail flicking left and right with agitation. Romani had declined allowing the white tigress to join in on this spar, for it was just that. A spar. This was no battle, no true desire to draw blood and break bones, simply a knocking of hooves to make sure that they were in shape and prepared to protect the land that they loved and called 'home'. Even though Kasai quite understood just why her beloved Romani didn't allow her to join in, the large cat was still unhappy about it, and showed it by letting out large, heaving grunts and huffing breaths of displeasure.
'Peace, sweet,' Romani murmured encouragingly through the precious, mental linkage shared between two bonded souls, 'You'll have your chance.' Frozen crystals of snow clung to the golden-red palomino's hooves, matting together the thick growth of ivory feathers that hung about her legs. It was a cold day, but it mattered little; enemies did not wait on good weather to possibly launch their attacks. Azure oculars glanced towards the tigress' way before re-focusing on her surroundings, and the battle-ready Haflinger waited for Cheveyo to show.
@[Cheveyo]
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World's Edge Seasonal Spar | 0/3 Attacks | 1 Closing Defense | Cheveyo can attack first.
"Captain Cheveyo!"
The Haflinger's summoning bellow rang across the frosted land, echoing through the stale, frozen air, carried easily along the frigid breeze. Above her the sun shone brightly in the apex of the sky, blazing and luminous against a backdrop of cerulean blue. It provided no warmth, however, even in the throng of noon-time, for the merciless grasp of Frostfall was far too strong upon Helovia. The clearing that the gypsy had found was perfect for a good spar; open and avoid of cumbersome obstacles, like rocks, drops, trees, or river banks... Yet the snow that clung stubbornly to the ground would work against them. It was like their own little arena, surrounded by trees, and if one listened close enough, they could hear the roaring sounds of the ocean waves crashing against the edge of the cliffs.
"Greet me as sisters-in-arms, and answer my summons! It's time for us to spar, good Captain."
Sitting on the sidelines was Kasai, who lounged in the snow, tail flicking left and right with agitation. Romani had declined allowing the white tigress to join in on this spar, for it was just that. A spar. This was no battle, no true desire to draw blood and break bones, simply a knocking of hooves to make sure that they were in shape and prepared to protect the land that they loved and called 'home'. Even though Kasai quite understood just why her beloved Romani didn't allow her to join in, the large cat was still unhappy about it, and showed it by letting out large, heaving grunts and huffing breaths of displeasure.
'Peace, sweet,' Romani murmured encouragingly through the precious, mental linkage shared between two bonded souls, 'You'll have your chance.' Frozen crystals of snow clung to the golden-red palomino's hooves, matting together the thick growth of ivory feathers that hung about her legs. It was a cold day, but it mattered little; enemies did not wait on good weather to possibly launch their attacks. Azure oculars glanced towards the tigress' way before re-focusing on her surroundings, and the battle-ready Haflinger waited for Cheveyo to show.
@[Cheveyo]
Words: 456
World's Edge Seasonal Spar | 0/3 Attacks | 1 Closing Defense | Cheveyo can attack first.
Just Need a bit of Luck, Get 'em Up
Point the Gun at the Eyes
Or at the Knees, had to Shoot, had to Fight
Gonna take out the Gunman
