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[Merci d'Rue]

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There are some things in life you can not do, accept this, play to your strengths, and move on.

This is a lesson hard learned for Merci, she had always pushed herself to do the impossible. A hard edged and sometimes crue woman, with a softer side for only Umbra. Staring up at Umbras newly built War temple she smiled. A structure could not hold much more beauty for her. The parapets filled with cannons and the like, axes, blades all manner of weapon perched inside. It was an omage to all that Umbra was, and would be. War was darkly linked in their hearts, even now a decree was filling the land.

The young would be trained, awakened from their youthful innocence and tested, their strengths found and enhanced, they would be built for war. As an Umbran child, you would want nothing else, nor long for less, the honor of gracing Umbras military, being chosen to fight viciously on its fields of blood was well known in the land. From birth Umbra called to the soul demanding blood, demanding power, demanding dominance.

The Lycan Matriarch scaled the outside wall, as if it were nothing and weaved her way to the uppermost parapet. The wind whipped viciously at her soft blue skirt tugged at her, the smells of Umbra heavy upon it. Lifting her head up she let out a cry, perhaps a war cry, perhaps a howl of longing and it was carried off into the realm.

It would take time, but she was patient.....
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May destiny guide you...