by Griff » Mon Mar 23, 2020 6:52 am
Username: Griff
Name: Glaive
Gender: Female
Writing prompt:
Sometimes the newcomers would ask: why dd they train so hard? Why bother learning how to fight, how to protect oneself? After all, was there not way more to the world than combat? It was whenever these questions would begin that a weathered old FCDD would walk in, scars across her hide and one eye clouded. The students would all hush, staring at this imposing creature. Wondering about the stories behind each scar, the strange armor, or even the eye itself.
"Gather around," she would instruct them, taking her place at the front. "My name is Glaive. And I realize you have lived most of your lives in these training halls. You might ask yourself why? I know I did. Nobody had the answers I wanted, and so I decided to seek them out myself before I was ready. I could barely blow a spark let alone wield my claws properly. But curiosity override logic and I figured what harm could one trip outside do?" She takes a pause for effect, looking around them.
"I encountered a monster! Oh it was a horrible fight, and I was too scared to ask for help. We tussled, until by the skin of my teeth I was victorious! But in the process, I took some heavy damage. I nearly died. So please, I ask you, do not go out until you are ready!"
After the children went back to their training, one of the older instructors took a seat beside Glaive. "That story changes every time. When are you just going to admit you feel from a tree while climbing too high?" Glaive smirked.
"This sounds far more interesting wouldnt you say?"
"And the armor?"
"What can I say? I like to make an entrance!" She winked, as the latter sighed ou before chuckling. This place raised the strangest warriors.

"Let your spark light your world!"
Griff - She/Her

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