Other Freelance Dump: Warm-up short.

Ryumomo

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Tired swollen legs carried her as far as the grassy hill peak that almost seemed too inviting with its open outstretched arms of velvet green, that of which beckoned a sweet rest. Even if it were for only a split second.
Sinmara had fought for hours, defending and slaying against the enemy that dared challenge them in the fist place; wisps of sweaty blackish brown strands wet against her face. Foolish really, and over something so meaningless as a squat-spot for pen*. This thought read loud and clear across her often stern expression as she turned toward her fellas combatants with a scoffing smirk. She was kneeling in a rested stance, all long enough for Rika to look down and only scowl in disapproval.

“Not a time for rest,” Her voice erupted as a bark. “If there’s two we just killed off, then there’s likely three or four more close behind somewhere!”
The rest of the women nodded, although couldn’t help but gaze over Sinmara like she was somehow just then deemed foolish. This could easily be redeemed later on.

Respectably named, the Drakonas or Ormr Maidens were a handful tribe of fierce female warriors who seemed to grow rather than dwindle in strength.


[ to be continued ]
 

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