10-15-2018, 12:08 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; color: black;"]Side freshly bandaged and yet still sore, Agathe wondered if she'd be allowed to participate in this little training session. She supposed that her long, red cloak hid the evidence of her injury relatively well, the only real indicator of her discomfort the slight limp on her right side, but she still worried that somebody from her joining would remember that she was slightly incapacitated and shut down her hope of engaging in a fight. She had endured far more in far worse conditions though, and was prepared to argue for the sake of burning her own killing-edge off, heart thrumming in her chest as adrenaline coursed readily through her veins.
"Yeah, I'll participate," Agathe informed, teeth flashing as she stepped back in search of a formidable opponent. She had been idle for too long, a mere bystander to the world as she ran from her clan and her grandmother's wicked claws. "Who wants to be my partner?"
"Yeah, I'll participate," Agathe informed, teeth flashing as she stepped back in search of a formidable opponent. She had been idle for too long, a mere bystander to the world as she ran from her clan and her grandmother's wicked claws. "Who wants to be my partner?"
[font=arial][color=#510205][size=16pt]WATCH IT [i]GROW[/i], CHILD OF WAR
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