The wind roared, howling through out the mountains. The rising sun peaking over the snowy mountain tops. morning had arrived. Her hair rustled, the white mane with red roots fluttered out. The cool breeze was refreshing, it would be colder in the mountains yet at the foot it would be more relaxing. Merrze's damp skin would begin to form goosebumps in the cold air. The walk here had been intense, a causing the warrior to heat up a bit. Furs would be packed in her bag, yet it was unsure if they would even be used besides for covering when sleeping. It would be harsh in the Jade Dragon mountains, which made it the perfect location.
The reason for this location was because of the harsh conditions. It was cold, the air was thin, water would have to be melted from ice or snow and food would be a bit troublesome to come by. Merrze had pushed her body before, climbing high altitudes or trying to survive in a jungle on her own. This would be like a cruel combination of the two. Exerting oneself in such hard conditions would surely yield some sort of results. it was necessary in order to spur her growth as a warrior. Harsher situations would arrive as a leader too. Her time as a warrior would dwindle with age and progression.
It was time to strike while the iron was hot, very soon the solo expeditions would have to end. She would sigh with a heavy heart at that thought. She would fully take advantage of the situation. Her people had a message bird at the ready on the chance she was needed to come back and help her people. That aside it would be like an extended training vocation for her. She was hoping that the intensity would push her to not only be a stronger fighter but a smarter one, a better trained one. She had the power, speed and technique. It was now time to refine it, so that this lioness could show her grace.
She would set her bag down, opening it. She would put all of her tools in the bag, taking off her armor so the only thing on her would be her training clothes. Once the pack was filled to the prim with her gear she would strap it to her back. There would be no gear to clutter up her back. The pack itself was rather large, it was about double the size of the tall woman. It had a decent weight to it. It wasn't much compared to her strength but it would provide a good running weight. Her legs would tighten up, her muscles were building up force. She was going to mad dash to climb high into the mountains, once she would get to a good height the plan would be to set up camp. An aura of excitement moved around her like a roaring boil. It's intensity would rise as the force in her body would build up.
The reason for this location was because of the harsh conditions. It was cold, the air was thin, water would have to be melted from ice or snow and food would be a bit troublesome to come by. Merrze had pushed her body before, climbing high altitudes or trying to survive in a jungle on her own. This would be like a cruel combination of the two. Exerting oneself in such hard conditions would surely yield some sort of results. it was necessary in order to spur her growth as a warrior. Harsher situations would arrive as a leader too. Her time as a warrior would dwindle with age and progression.
It was time to strike while the iron was hot, very soon the solo expeditions would have to end. She would sigh with a heavy heart at that thought. She would fully take advantage of the situation. Her people had a message bird at the ready on the chance she was needed to come back and help her people. That aside it would be like an extended training vocation for her. She was hoping that the intensity would push her to not only be a stronger fighter but a smarter one, a better trained one. She had the power, speed and technique. It was now time to refine it, so that this lioness could show her grace.
She would set her bag down, opening it. She would put all of her tools in the bag, taking off her armor so the only thing on her would be her training clothes. Once the pack was filled to the prim with her gear she would strap it to her back. There would be no gear to clutter up her back. The pack itself was rather large, it was about double the size of the tall woman. It had a decent weight to it. It wasn't much compared to her strength but it would provide a good running weight. Her legs would tighten up, her muscles were building up force. She was going to mad dash to climb high into the mountains, once she would get to a good height the plan would be to set up camp. An aura of excitement moved around her like a roaring boil. It's intensity would rise as the force in her body would build up.