SWEETER THAN SWEET
frightfur / colouredclan & violetheart / genderfluid + female body / tags
*:･ﾟ✦ Frightfur Seraphim stood in the midst of the glowing Colouredclan square at 1:00am in the frickin’ morning. The whole area was lit with what looked like rainbow Christmas lights—a common decoration in the clan of colour. A few piles of weapons lay near as well as a few spare medical supplies he’d taken from his meager storage (just in case there were any injuries on site that would need immediate help before calling their dear Whitecoat, Lucien). Now was time, in the middle of the night, to start a combat training.
”Colouredclannes, rise and shine! Fall in line in the main square—we have a mandatory combat training! Some friends of the Skulls, Darkclan, and Westeros may be joining us if they are happy enough to make the journey at this hour, ” the western voice of Fright amplified in the darkness and through the town. He was excited to hold this and it would be focused on defensive tactics rather than attacking. It was best to get down how to defend yourself in a fight before making a leap as bold as an all-out attack.
The draconic servaline then patiently waited for his friends to gather before he’d continue.