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I'm using Hera Ledro
Post yours, and we can get this party started
The Planet Kahjma. This is a barren planet of deserts and mountains, with little water or shelter, and is thus uninhabitable. Allsies used to come here to focus their minds and bodies into a perfect warrior state. Winds howl at over 200 m/hour, sandstorms blow accross the sand dunes. The Polar regions are nothing but ice and snow, not a rock in sight.
The battle is amongst a crossroads between the mountainous, polar, and desert regions. It is a rough transition, and the mountains, though small, are composed of an extremely hard mineral that puts diamond to shame. They are also lined with a thin layer of sand, as the winds blowing here are not as powerful as the ones through the desert. The ocean starts here as well, before freezing not 40 kilometres from the coast. The plants are only shrubs, and flourish with spikes up to 5 feet long, easily impaling any unwary travelers.
Two warriors met in this area, and a battle of the wills was to begin. The winds seemed to be dancing in a glorious fury, as they picked up immediately and began to howl with a cheer. A cheer for battle.
Hera Ledro sat on the stone he carved on this planet, the stone he had been using for multiple millenia to sit and sharpen his mind. It was on the brink of the desert, and the heat made him sweat. Just another thing to sharpen, thought Hera.
Hera's fur blew widly in the wind, and it was coated with a thin layer of sand, giving it an almost green hue as opposed to its usual blue colour. His black hair swirled in the wind, the strands delicately painting the air as the wind whipped them around.
Hera flared his mind in all directions, attempting to sense any oncoming organisms. As usual with this exercise, he sensed only weak shrubs and desert plants that inhabited the area. He flared his mind even larger, and was amazed to sense an approaching presence.
Hera's first reaction was shock and disbelief, and he extended his mind again so as to determine that he was correct. He was.
While Hera could sense the mind, he had always been unable to sense the intentions and alignment of them. Hera stood up along the rocks and swung his tail in curiosity, berrating the place with wind, and sending the sandstorm flying away momentarily. He caught a slight glimpse of the other person, but was unable to get a clear distinction of who he was or how he looked, for the sandstorm rebelled and returned almost instantaneously.
"Who are you?" Hra called. "Are you lost?"
I'm using Hera Ledro
Post yours, and we can get this party started
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The Planet Kahjma. This is a barren planet of deserts and mountains, with little water or shelter, and is thus uninhabitable. Allsies used to come here to focus their minds and bodies into a perfect warrior state. Winds howl at over 200 m/hour, sandstorms blow accross the sand dunes. The Polar regions are nothing but ice and snow, not a rock in sight.
The battle is amongst a crossroads between the mountainous, polar, and desert regions. It is a rough transition, and the mountains, though small, are composed of an extremely hard mineral that puts diamond to shame. They are also lined with a thin layer of sand, as the winds blowing here are not as powerful as the ones through the desert. The ocean starts here as well, before freezing not 40 kilometres from the coast. The plants are only shrubs, and flourish with spikes up to 5 feet long, easily impaling any unwary travelers.
Two warriors met in this area, and a battle of the wills was to begin. The winds seemed to be dancing in a glorious fury, as they picked up immediately and began to howl with a cheer. A cheer for battle.
* * *
Hera Ledro sat on the stone he carved on this planet, the stone he had been using for multiple millenia to sit and sharpen his mind. It was on the brink of the desert, and the heat made him sweat. Just another thing to sharpen, thought Hera.
Hera's fur blew widly in the wind, and it was coated with a thin layer of sand, giving it an almost green hue as opposed to its usual blue colour. His black hair swirled in the wind, the strands delicately painting the air as the wind whipped them around.
Hera flared his mind in all directions, attempting to sense any oncoming organisms. As usual with this exercise, he sensed only weak shrubs and desert plants that inhabited the area. He flared his mind even larger, and was amazed to sense an approaching presence.
Hera's first reaction was shock and disbelief, and he extended his mind again so as to determine that he was correct. He was.
While Hera could sense the mind, he had always been unable to sense the intentions and alignment of them. Hera stood up along the rocks and swung his tail in curiosity, berrating the place with wind, and sending the sandstorm flying away momentarily. He caught a slight glimpse of the other person, but was unable to get a clear distinction of who he was or how he looked, for the sandstorm rebelled and returned almost instantaneously.
"Who are you?" Hra called. "Are you lost?"
