Ciaran
First Post
Snow Owl turns quietly to look in the direction indicated by her opponent, but keeps him in her peripheral vision. When he moves to strike, she rolls with the punch; when she gets to her feet, she isn’t even bruised.
Then the geyser bursts from beneath the ice. As the great plume of steam billows forth, she blends into the cloud; with her ragged white gi and white-streaked hair, she is all but invisible there. Kerall hears her voice amidst the mists: “So, this is how an ‘honor’ fighter fights. All magic and lies. Did you think you could trick me with your fancy brown belt? I know better; men like you can’t be trusted.”
The cloud of vapor starts to dissipate, but Snow Owl remains unseen. Shielded by the glare of the sun on the ice, she drifts closer to Kerall, stalking him in the silence with the grace of a hunting cat. Then, when the moment is right, she pounces, lashing out with clawed fingers to rake the flesh from his bones!
The panther drifts close to the well; shields the gaze of the ice!
Then the geyser bursts from beneath the ice. As the great plume of steam billows forth, she blends into the cloud; with her ragged white gi and white-streaked hair, she is all but invisible there. Kerall hears her voice amidst the mists: “So, this is how an ‘honor’ fighter fights. All magic and lies. Did you think you could trick me with your fancy brown belt? I know better; men like you can’t be trusted.”
The cloud of vapor starts to dissipate, but Snow Owl remains unseen. Shielded by the glare of the sun on the ice, she drifts closer to Kerall, stalking him in the silence with the grace of a hunting cat. Then, when the moment is right, she pounces, lashing out with clawed fingers to rake the flesh from his bones!
The panther drifts close to the well; shields the gaze of the ice!