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I AM IRON AND I FORGE MYSELF
Wessex will relish the heat, for now, taking every opportunity she can to travel from the Basin’s slight chill to the areas of legitimate summer. Explore. Patrol. Explore. Spar. Investigate. Fight a bear. Explore. Patrol. Repeat.
Her wounds are closed now, the scars no more than thin lines of gray amongst her mottled light and dark bits She’s accumulated far more bumps, scratches, and bruises ever since she stepped into the Threshold, but her body feels alive and seems to vibrate with a contentedness that she’d only previously found in her Queenly mother’s exercise yard. And lemme tell ya - that was a thing of beauty, equipped with all sorts of toys and obstacles for a not-so-beautiful filly to take her frustrations and energy out on.
Wandering across the meadow, she notices a crowd gathering and decides to check it out – the number of bodies effectively blocks whatever it is they’re surrounding,. Drawing closer, she notices the familiar fellow Corporal and draws up next to Weaver, dwarfing the woman in height. Eyes almost the color of the cheetah itself scans the crowd, the non-burning grass, and feels the expectant tension in the air. Ah, this is supernatural. Like the fucking Yeti, who wanted crowns and food and pillows.
What will this one require?
W E S S E X
Hangs out with @Weaver
Seeking [Magic: Dark x Light | The ability to induce hallucinations]
[Restrictions: Must be within 5 m, and extremely difficult in battle. Requires dice roll?]
No prior refusals
-- magic and force allowed, no death or permanent damage --
