The glade just outside the city had been transformed from the place people went in search of sustenance to a training ground. Though Artesia was alone now, this place had become her kingdom, her domain. The other warriors answered to she and a select few here to learn, to practice, to hone their blades. Now was not the time for teaching new techniques or how to use the weapons they had acquired, but rather to work on overall teamwork and hone reaction times. A half a second could make the difference between life and death when facing anyone's talons.
Now, however, was night. Now her fellow warriors slept, but Artesia was not the sort to sleep for hours on end. Too paranoid, too on edge. No. These days she would take a short nap every few hours and it was enough to sustain her. Fed herself on meat, building her strength for the battle on the horizon. The young bitch instead occupied herself with looking over the new weapons they had found.
With a sickly screech, the chocolate colored female ran one of her ebony bear claws against the blunt of a crudely made piece of metal. It left a faint scratch in the metal, but otherwise the material seemed unharmed. Good, good. The bear claws were well taken care of by Artesia, so anything that could withstand a slice from them without being mangled would easily stand up to almost anything. Artesia normally didn't take to protecting herself, the scars that graced her body and the loss of her eye a good notion of that. Still..she was no fool, she would be ready. She would be ready. . . Artesia hadn't lived this long to let herself be killed now.
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@Avdotya here you goo
Now, however, was night. Now her fellow warriors slept, but Artesia was not the sort to sleep for hours on end. Too paranoid, too on edge. No. These days she would take a short nap every few hours and it was enough to sustain her. Fed herself on meat, building her strength for the battle on the horizon. The young bitch instead occupied herself with looking over the new weapons they had found.
With a sickly screech, the chocolate colored female ran one of her ebony bear claws against the blunt of a crudely made piece of metal. It left a faint scratch in the metal, but otherwise the material seemed unharmed. Good, good. The bear claws were well taken care of by Artesia, so anything that could withstand a slice from them without being mangled would easily stand up to almost anything. Artesia normally didn't take to protecting herself, the scars that graced her body and the loss of her eye a good notion of that. Still..she was no fool, she would be ready. She would be ready. . . Artesia hadn't lived this long to let herself be killed now.
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