Gyrfalcon's Keep nine phantom dragons

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She always felt an infuriating contradiction when considering the possibility of experiencing wartime again anywhere except for in the name of Rikudou and Shikkotsurin's territories. Having tasted it young, she knew how -- how to fight, pitted against whoever the enemy was without remorse... but at the same time, it was far from her best side.. despite how they had honed her. Amekaze put the thoughts of it away before foul, bitter memories could resurface.

That is true, and really the best way to look at it. My homeland tasted war, so richly that my brothers died because of it. Aside from the brother she had been forced to cripple or the younger brother that had gone missing, but this was inconsequential. She sighed. It is second nature to consider it on occasion, she rolled her shoulders in an infrequent expression of anything remotely personal, but as flippant as the mention was, she was not delving into anything further. I go by Ame. You? Having once been familiar with most wolves of the Ridge, she was curious about this one's name to match to face.