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06-06-2015, 08:07 PM
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the Mother of Companions Ampere eyed the metal as it gleamed the midday sun, still warm enough to turn the top of her back hot as she stood beneath it, but still colder, like He was distant. As if to prove the point that winter had come, a hard breeze spilled through the metallic brambles of the arena, throwing around sand and pushing it into the depths of Ampere's winter coat, ruffling the wayward tips as it did so. She gave herself a hefty shake as it passed, stretching out a leg or two as she did so. She did not enjoy fighting in Frostfall nearly as much. The cold bit at your bones making them ache, and it pulled at your muscles making them tight and slow and prone to damage. It's why she sought the refuge of the Throat's warmth still, although she reminded herself she ought to go and fight in the cold- so should all her warriors. They could not let their warm sands make them soft in ways the rest of the world was not, because wars weren't always fought at home where it was snug and cozy. That could be a challenge for another day though. Ampere had enough of a challenge at the moment, her head turning away from the prickly edge of their arena to face her Sultana. Ampere grinned, excited to compete with Megaera, whom she trusted incredibly well on the battlefield. There were few Ampere held in such high esteem, and she was fortunate two of her favorites happened to also be her leaders. "When you're ready, Sunspear." Ampere tucked her head a bit defensively, and flexed her wings in preparation. She kept walking, certain not to stay idle. 0/3 Set in the Dragon's Throat, the metal arena during Frostfall 6 start, midday. Feel free to attack first or I can in next post! Teaching? @[Megaera] |
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