[Judged] do not go gentle.

[Aislinn]

Battle Type: Battle.
Prize: XP plus bragging rights.

Character #1: Aislinn
Bonded: -
Magic: -
Armor: -
Weapons: -

Character #2: Ulric
Bonded: -
Magic: -
Armor: -
Weapons: -

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A I S L I N N do not go gentle into that good night. rage, rage against the dying of the light. It was no secret that the stormsinger despised the fever of summer months; finding solace in the darkness of cooler nights and the downpour of raging storms. But not in sunshine — never in the relentless heat, under the thumb of blinding light and desert-dry throats. A self-proclaimed night-owl, a lover of the stars and Calligo's alluring shadows, she had vanished from the castle with her blood singing for war. Her emotions had roiled and tumbled into an ugly mess that had her on a constant heaven-high and trench-low; until now, as she inhaled and began to carefully hone every feeling of anger, heartache, and savagery. With each strong pump of her wings cutting through the blissfully cool air, Aislinn wove her emotions into an armor in itself. She would not falter, nor break. But rise; bloodied and bruised, but strong. The sun had sunk completely beneath the horizon, falling into a stupor of sleep as the gods stepped aside for the Goddess of Night. Her shadows of indigo and ebony reaching as far she could see. Drifting, she found her target — a large expanse of dirt and sand that had no doubt tasted the blood of other soldiers, as well as her own. Down, down, down, the winged fae spirals, landing in a rush of feathers and sweat. Hot air pants through her nostrils, her lungs burning sweetly, as she slowly stands to straighten herself. Her gaze adjusts and takes in the wide expanse of the plateau; shaking her braided mane impatiently. Tediously, she had plaited it; a true vision of the warrior-gypsy her mother had trained her to be. The deep red paint dripping down her face and around her orbs of blue. Aislinn was a sight to behold.. and ready to take on any who dared face her. "Come out, come out, wherever you are." @Ulric here you go <3 "Aislinn speech."

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Summary: Ash flies to the Steppe, driven by her heap of negative emotions, and calls out for any potential opponent.

Attack Used: 0
Attack(s) Left: 2
Block Used: 0
Block(s) Left: 1
Item(s) Used: N/A

Response Deadline: 9 September
Tags: @Ulric @inkbone @kay @sid