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[JUDGED] Teach me your best moves. [Training Spar, Deimos]

Deimos the Reaper Posts: 527
Deceased atk: 7.0 | def: 12 | dam: 6.5
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.1 :: 7 HP: 72.5 | Buff: NUMB
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There was always temptation for the heat of battle, for the drive to assault, for the yearning to annihilate. The conditions were not adequately met, however, when one was training their own kin. There was some matter of scolding when a creature bludgeoned their brethren, scalding, scarring, and searing the foundation of their bones, their souls, or their existence. Disapproval rang high when one executed a member of their herd. It spoke of one of his few virtues, loyalty, when his sparring partners did not come back to the herd land crippled, beaten and broken. There were other moments where he was (secretly) pleased that some of the ignorant individuals wished to become more acquainted with the art of war, to dip themselves into the paint, the canvas, of a masterpiece’s bloody tapestry, inked with the resonation of drums, growls and screams. To step onto a theater of war without learning one’s lines was a hindrance, weak and foolish, and the very fact that someone, this murmuring, bubbling fool in the distance, was eager to practice their power encouraged the demon to accompany their performance. A leader of warriors must apply his skills to others, had to recommend precise movements, tactics, strategies, so when they drove conquest into the hearts of enemies, it was not defeat they saw, but victory.

He followed the trace of her scent, only a brief familiarity crossing his mind (her name still escaped him, much like everyone else’s), the whim of her pleading voice, and the echoing throngs of chaotic doldrums humming in his ear. Undulating, coiling, taut muscles streamlined through forest, through brush, through valley and springs, decadence poured from the layers of menace and malice, aligned to the cruel fixation of assaults, assailments, tragedy in the haunting outcry of combatants. Deimos stepped from amongst the shadows, blending into the early morning’s threads of dawn and hollowed bits of darkness, scattering the last remaining pleasantries of singsong birds and chattering fauna. Monster, behemoth, General, stared upon her, and grumbled his agreement to her request. “Your move.”


[0/3 (setup). 0/1 magic used. 342 words.
Sorry this took forever. I’ll provide commentary/hints/tips etc. after your first move. Happy sparring!]






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RE: Teach me your best moves. [Training Spar, Deimos] - by Deimos - 05-05-2013, 07:05 AM

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