W E S S E X
Swish.
Her talons gleam in the moonlight as they rake across a newly stuffed, burlap dummy, spilling its mess of guts into the trampled, open ground the Wraith has long since vacated.
It probably isn’t very smart to keep building dummies and sewing them up, only to rip new holes in them every day. It might be smarter to use a different kind of weapon, perhaps something more whack-y and less stabby. Hell, it’s probably the definition of idiocy, given everything she needs to do and the time wasted in this - but then there’s fun and quite frankly, the General enjoys this. For the observant, there’s a glint of fangs in her satisfied smile, an energetic spring in her step as she slides through parries and attacks, imagining an infantry of magic-less enemies.
Which is also, probably futile. She knows anyone coming at them will be armed to the teeth with magic and, well, teeth, the thought of which makes her growl loudly at the poor, floppy dummy.
Her talons gleam in the moonlight as they rake across a newly stuffed, burlap dummy, spilling its mess of guts into the trampled, open ground the Wraith has long since vacated.
It probably isn’t very smart to keep building dummies and sewing them up, only to rip new holes in them every day. It might be smarter to use a different kind of weapon, perhaps something more whack-y and less stabby. Hell, it’s probably the definition of idiocy, given everything she needs to do and the time wasted in this - but then there’s fun and quite frankly, the General enjoys this. For the observant, there’s a glint of fangs in her satisfied smile, an energetic spring in her step as she slides through parries and attacks, imagining an infantry of magic-less enemies.
Which is also, probably futile. She knows anyone coming at them will be armed to the teeth with magic and, well, teeth, the thought of which makes her growl loudly at the poor, floppy dummy.
The Wraith
