Ázzuen
Dragon's Throat Stallion
Warrior
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Post by Ázzuen on May 28, 2012 22:28:26 GMT -5
He flew. Azzuen was a vigilant stallion. Having entered these lands as a Warrior, he now stood before them, to fight against them. The current leader of the lands was a wraith, invisible and held little influence over who came and who went. It was easy for the charred stallion to simply speak with Onni and gain entrance, and watch over his beloved mate and ally. But now, he flew, towards the plains. Flatter terrain meant for easier footing – for a steed who spent most of his time in the air, and likely to be pinned against an opponent restricted to the ground, he had to give himself as much advantage as possible, and even footing, whilst giving his opponent an advantage, would make it easier to plan ground-level attacks. The broad space meant hot thermals would rise freely from the ground, the afternoon sun that warmed the earth filled his wings with the tepid air. He landed smoothly, his gait showing no signs of ill health.
He was a warrior in peak condition, ready to fight for what he believed in. Thoughts of Cass and his child were present, though not distractingly so, simply providing him with a solid reason to stand and stake his claim on this part of Helovia. His baritone trumpet sung out, his call echoing far and wide.
“Who will fight me?”
[ ooc : 3 posts each (plus closing defences) magic allowed ]
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Official
Administrator
Team Account
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Post by Official on Jun 1, 2012 13:07:12 GMT -5
48 hours have passed. Azzuen is winner by default.
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