Demonhunter
Three Thousand Club
Azira got back up off the ground, straightening his chair back up and plopping down. "Ah, I'm perfectly fine. I've had worse falls." Azzy was one tough bas**d. He was strong as an ox and often did reckless lifethreatening thing, but he was tough. Cattle were nice to no one, especially when defending their babies. Even though Azzy had good intentions, sometimes mothers would beat the ever loving hell out of him. Even the best horsemen also fell off, got kicked off or just get kicked in general. There were plenty of opportunities for Azira to get hurt, hell the man used to hunt gators and wild hogs on his spare time. Should Azira lift his shirt up right now his sides, back and chest was littered with bruises and marks from his rough life. But he loved every bit of it. Every bruise, burn and mark told a story. Heck he even had his own cattle brand seared into his left shoulder blade just because he didn't want to do anything to an animal he hadn't first done to himself, his he'd branded himself so he'd know exactly what that calf was going though (even though cattle hide is much thicker than human skin. But it's the thought that counts)
"Man, Monday's suck!" Azzy face-desked pretty hard, struggling this morning. Seemed this morning would be a two cup morning.
@TheHappyPikachu
"Man, Monday's suck!" Azzy face-desked pretty hard, struggling this morning. Seemed this morning would be a two cup morning.
@TheHappyPikachu