04-22-2021, 07:53 PM
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COLDMOUNTAIN ASH
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His giant paws slowly traced the sand riddled grass in front of the training dummies. His eyes were narrowed, their sharp optics watching the tiny rocks tumble away from them. A soft sigh exited his muzzle, the scent of alcohol and hay coming from the man sharply. Coldmountain turned his head, looking over the drill yard, fluffing up his fur. His gaze then raised to the sky. The days were slowly starting to become warmer. Summer was approaching, since they were already paw deep into spring, and he needed to prepare.
Coldmountain exhaled through his nose. The people in the Kingdom knew him as the drunk, but also the most intense drill sergeant they might come to face with. He knew this, and really, he didn't particularly care. Other people opinion's didn't matter to him. What mattered is getting those trainees in and out, working their muscles, defense, and reflexes. He shook his head, leaning back down to the training dummy and tying the shield on tighter, giving a soft grunt as he did.
"speech"
Coldmountain exhaled through his nose. The people in the Kingdom knew him as the drunk, but also the most intense drill sergeant they might come to face with. He knew this, and really, he didn't particularly care. Other people opinion's didn't matter to him. What mattered is getting those trainees in and out, working their muscles, defense, and reflexes. He shook his head, leaning back down to the training dummy and tying the shield on tighter, giving a soft grunt as he did.
"speech"
— Reggan