Maeve is queen-no, was queen-of the viper shifters.
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Twenty-three year old Maeve Silverbone is the next royal in line for the serpent throne. She's relentless, a perfect tracker, and one of the top warriors in her division; essential qualities to...
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❛Moon dust in your lungs, stars in your eyes. You are a child of the cosmos. A ruler of the skies.❜
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Maeve hissed as the steel spear grazed her left shoulder, ripping through her olive green training shirt and burning her tan skin underneath. She raised her own weapon at an angle before swiftly bringing it around her, using her momentum to fuel its speed and crouching down so it would strike even faster. Visha blocked her strike with her weapon and instantaneously, Maeve's arm vibrated from the effect. While her friend was recovering, she anchored her spear on the dusty arena ground and brought the leg on her far side up to kick her shin, sparing Visha's knee that she could easily have shattered.
Visha collapsed with a soft grunt, landing flat on the floor and Maeve smirked through her harsh breathing, dramatically standing up once she noticed the few pairs of eyes that had turned to stare at their sparring contest.
"You did well, soldier."
"Oh piss off," Visha snarled in response, slapping her hand away as she got up and dusted herself, being a sore loser. "And I'm a stupid general, not some foot soldier."
She chuckled, walking over with her best friend towards the rack of spears to return their sparring weapons, "I'd think the foot soldiers would find great offense to that statement."
Visha turned around and threw everyone who was staring at them a vulgar gesture. She was about to verbalize it as well but Maeve clamped a tight grip on her forearm and hissed in her ear. "Unless you have an unyielding wish to be a foot soldier, I'd suggest you start moving, general."
"I hate you," her friend grumbled as Maeve dragged her out of the area, wiping the sweat dripping down her back with the inside of her shirt.
"Hmm," she responded, ducking under the entrance and giving the arena trainer a gentle smile, "We'll see who's talking when reports of the human city are due in a few hours."
"Why you...royal, aristocratic...I can't even call you anything cause I wanna be your friend when you're crowned!" Visha cried, throwing her hands up in the air and Maeve couldn't help the laughter that spilled out of her mouth, forcing her to stumble. Visha knew it was a crime to harass royals but she also knew it never applied to her while it was just them two. Still, she always insisted on staying on her good side. Maeve never got tired of it.
