[Judged] We Will Always Be Wolves

[Ki'irha]

Battle Type: Battle
Prize: Experience
Contact Made: Yes

Character #1: @'Ki'irha'
Bonded: N/A
Magic: N/A
Armor: N/A
Weapons: N/A

Character #2: @Rhiannon
Bonded: N/A
Magic: N/A
Armor: N/A
Weapons: N/A

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Ki'irha The wind blew cold around the starlit mare, bringing in the fall season with a crisp bite. The midday sun soothed the chill with its warm light, and though she wanted to shake any warmth and contentment from her midnight form, still she basked despite her brooding.  She dug a cloven hoof into the earth, the dying grass crushed beneath an onyx heel. Much had happened, despite nothing really happening at all after her abrupt unceremonious arrival. Still, the acute changes and harsh reality of separation weighed heavy upon her shoulders and her heart, so the woman had regressed back to the only state she knew to provide comfort. So, Ki'irha donned her warrior facade and made her way to the Steppe, where she heard battle-ready opponents lingered in hopes of competitive conflict. She knew the adrenaline would swell in her heart, plugging the holes that had sprung leaks, and fill the cavities where heartache had worn her thin. That's how she had always dealt with her feelings. That's why she had been a decorated warrior, adorned with high ranking titles and respect back where she hailed from. She belonged to those mountains. They were her sanctuary, and those who slept beneath Time's watchful eye could sleep soundly knowing their home was being protected by devoted sentinels and wolves cloaked in unicorn skin. She would work for that here, too. She would fight and train and learn. Even if she failed today, even if another reigned victorious, she knew that unleashing her contained force today would be enough to at least begin the process. She tipped her sculpted face skyward, silver eyes closing, and her nostrils flared. She drank in the scent of the dying leaves, the decaying world, and for a moment, wondered of Helovia, wondered if autumn even existed there anymore... She snorted, tossing her head, and as her eyes snapped open she let loose a whistle. The sound carried easily across the open landscape, with no flora around to mute the sound. It was a call, harsh and sharp, to any who may be listening. Should one come to answer it, they would find themselves a fierce opponent, standing resolute upon an open battlefield, with nothing to contain her. So with the wind upon her back and violence in her heart she waited, knowing her call would not go unanswered, and she prayed that perhaps today would be the day that she could begin to heal.

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Summary: Ki'irha finds herself on the Bellum Steppe, midday, with pleasant seasonal weather (chilly air, with some warmth provided by the sun). She whistles, calling out in hopes an opponent will arrive. Otherwise, she just stands and waits.

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

Response Deadline: November 1st
Tags: @Rhiannon @kay @inkbone @Sid