Fire of War
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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It was the 14th of Wolf's Fang year 106. Spayed fastened his black leather belt over his black dress slacks, brushed back, his jet black hair and adorned his midnight black shirt and coat, slid on his black gloves and his dark black boots, wrapped himself in his soft black sash and walked out of the nutrient royal estate. His steel blue eyes adjusted to the sunlight and blue sky, the stench of death still fresh in the air, but the breeze of the sea held it off just enough for him to breathe through his nose. His friend husky was notably absent from the rebel soldiers all wandering the city, cleaning up bodies and weapons. There were a few 100 funerals in store for the next month or so, and spain had no intention of attending a single one of them right now, though he wanted to find husky, the battle the night before was very bloody and hectic. He felt like husky might have gone through too much all at once for a young man of his disposition, a young man with dangerous powers, throwing himself into the fire of war was a lot to handle.