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Tembovu
He had felt the need, the duty, to provide an outlet to those of the warrior ranks in the Edge— despite the growing part of him that was finding he had grown weary of fighting. He did not mind the pain, though it lasted long after the spars. He did not mind losing, his ego had been far too abused in other manners to truly mind defeat.He minded the attacking. The formulating a strike that would cause pain and harm to a herdmate. It wasn’t that he couldn't do so— he had been a soldier, once. Yes, his skills were rusty. And yes, it was true that his tongue had done more wagging than his horn had been slashing, as of late. But, the true root of his wariness had been the constant stirring of his beast, his personal demon, every time he rose to the challenge of a spar.
Every attack, every landed assault that drew blood, bruise, or even just a grimace in his opponent was a feast for the beast. And, in the face of his loss and loneliness, there was very little reprieve from or control of this destructive animal that laid in wait within him.
But, duty was duty. It was wrong to shirk it. And there had been a mare he had recently welcomed into the herd; a rose’s thorn, so filled with malice and rage, it leaked from her eyes and wilted her petals. A woman like that needed a release for her fury. He knew that so very well.
“Orithia!” The roaring trumpet commanded across the Edge, rolling up the hill and through the trees. He had chosen a wooded area, close the the border of the Grove— perhaps reminiscent of his spar with Nyx. He shook the thought from his head. He knew that this winged mare was beautiful, but the hostility that rolled off he in waves was tangible. “Show me how you wish you protect the Edge!” He glanced upwards to the waning sun, the warmest part of the chilly Orangemoon days.
A:0/3
D:0/1
WC: 344
Notes: Extended timeline. @Orithia may have first attack.
Summary: Clear day, late afternoon, set at the forested southern border of the Edge near Secret Grove. There is a slight incline to the ground, and he his (perhaps unwisely) at the downhill part looking up, towards the Edge.
Once more into the fray
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