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sap - Marauder - December 09, 2024 marauder is here to challenge warriors to a friendly spar! any are welcome to join. if there are multiple interested parties in sparring, i can create separate threads for each, assuming he is not immediately chased away!
sun bled to melt the morning frost, a man's heartbeat steady as he swept past a cluster of pine saplings. doves scattered to the heavens as teeth snapped at their tail feathers. a quill caught, a meal not. plumage was spat from his lips as he pressed alongside a stream. water flowed to trees and to trees a village. marauder sought the air like it would quench his thirst, tasting strength upon the wind and the forest breath. muscles flexed in eager anticipation, a warrior's dance trickled down to his toes as he lingered near the claim. his chest filled with a friendly challenge as he reared back his head and called to those of this land. warriors heed me. come test your strength against my own. RE: sap - Luhtar - December 13, 2024 Luhtar lifted his head at the distant call, ears angling to catch each new note. He paused, nostrils flaring, sifting scents for clues to the newcomer’s intent. Unknown. Not Forneskja. But no scent of blood—only the rough tang of a warrior’s pride. He shifted his weight, testing old aches and bandaged bruises. Still stiff, but better than before. Maybe it would be good, knock some rust from his limbs. When he emerged near the stream, he set his stance, broad shoulders squared, tail held steady. “You call warriors?” he asked, voice rough with his accent. “I here. Luhtar.” He let the name drop simply, shoulders rolling as though loosening unseen knots. “You come friendly, yes?” A rumble in his chest, not threat but warning: he would answer challenge, but not tolerate treachery. |