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The time has come for the steel soldier to remember what it is to fight. It has been many months since she last indulged in the carnal battering of somebody else's flesh, and she is more than ready to ply her trade once again. If she is to ascend within the Edge's ranks and become the famed warrior she wishes to be, she must practice regularly, and conveniently enough she has been paired up for a seasonal spar with one of the stallions of the herd. She knows little about him, so cannot yet plan for how she will fight him, but she does at least have the power to choose the setting of their little duel. Given the month they are in, the choice is quite an important one. She has chosen the Frozen Arch, purely because it is a blissful few degrees colder than most of Helovia and in the height of Tallsun she needs any respite she can possibly get from the searing heat. It is early evening, the sun already diving behind the distant mountains to cast the land into semi-darkness, but it is still unpleasantly hot and Nyx finds her limbs seeking out the snowdrifts simply for some relief. Sweat beads on her flanks and on the proud arch of her neck, tail thrashing to rid herself of the flies that insist on persecuting her. The conditions are not ideal, but they are the best she can come up with. Better, at least, than fighting at midday in the open plains, for example. It will be a long and ardous fight, but she hopes that will disrupt her opponent as much as it will her. By her side, Dominus lurks. She can feel his palpable excitement, and he has prepared well for the battle ahead. His claws are freshly sharpened, his pristine white fur groomed to perfection ready to be doused with fresh blood. Nyx has to admit to a tingling sense of worry about fighting a herdmate with Dominus; she knows the lion's predatory instincts can often overrule his senses, and she does not know if he will listen to her when she begs him not to go overboard on her opponent. In a normal fight against a true foe, he could bite away to his little heart's content, but not against a herdmate. Still, there is little use in worrying; she forces it aside and allows excitement to replace it, neck arching magnificently as she waits for her foe to arrive. "" [ OOC @[Daemyn] World's Edge seasonal spar! Magic and companions allowed (if you're okay with that), 3 posts each c: Set around the Frozen Arch. |
Other characters have permission to use magic/violence against Nyx at any time.
