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Nyx Posts: 292
Deceased atk: 7.5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 6.0
Mare :: Unicorn :: 16hh :: 11 HP: 72 | Buff: SWIFT
Dominus :: White Lion :: None Snow
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It storms.

Rain thunders down on the silver's back, beating out a steady stacatto rhythm. Lightning sunders the sky and the entire heavens seem to groan under the weight of the water they are viciously throwing to the ground. Rivulets of water run down the mare's face, trickling across the contours of her powerful neck, gilding her fur with moisture and lending her the appearance of something ethereal, mystical.

The truth, of course, is that she is simple flesh and bone, stone and steel. And she has duties.

She is the herd's General now, the queen of the warriors. The position pleases her; without aspirations to lead (or, at least, without aspirations to lead that she will ever admit to), this is the highest rank she can possibly obtain. When battle comes, it will be her job to marshal the soldiers, command the army, throw her body on the line for her herd and protect it or die trying. It is also her duty to make sure that the herd's warriors are up to scratch; the Edge will crumble to dust if it is built upon the backs of weak soldiers. She knows little of the other fighters, except for one, who she patrolled with when she was still pregnant. An antlered beast, a handsome rogue; Rohan strikes her as the ideal warrior, brave of heart and strong of body, but there's no way of truly telling for definite until she fights him herself.

When last they met, she was far too pregnant to spar. Now, she has shed her children, half-shed her Lace-related sorrows, and is ready to tangle on the battlefield again. The conditions are ideal for her, the storm queen; her favourite weather rages above her, slicking her mane to her neck. It is night, so the air is cool enough to allow for skillful fighting, and she chooses a large clearing on the outskirts of the Edge where she and Rohan have all the room they could ever want to dance in.

Her sodden lion is less pleased with the elements, and skulks behind her with a foul expression twisted across his snout. "Stupid. Why fight in rain, when can fight in sun? Stupid." She just shakes her head and chuckles to herself, finding somewhere suitable to stand and lifting her jaws to cry out for her opponent. "Roooo-hannnn," comes her sing-song voice, beckoning the antlered hottie towards her, to test him. "It's time to dance, handsome." Let's see what you're made of.

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Teaching spar for @Rohan ! Set in the Edge in a small clearing at night, with a heavy storm. Good luck! <3

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Messages In This Thread
thunderbolt - by Nyx - 12-30-2015, 06:42 PM
RE: thunderbolt - by Rohan - 01-03-2016, 04:20 AM
RE: thunderbolt - by Nyx - 01-09-2016, 08:08 AM
RE: thunderbolt - by Rohan - 01-23-2016, 06:49 PM
RE: thunderbolt - by Nyx - 01-29-2016, 04:56 PM
RE: thunderbolt - by Blu - 02-20-2016, 01:23 PM

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