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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❛ He's afraid of what she's become. A tragedy with blood of stars on her hands ruling a kingdom. ❜
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When seven people got up from the stands next to the ring, Maeve recognized them immediately. They were exactly who she thought they were, but none of them were the person she was looking for. Not that she expected him to fight anyway, but there was a chance. She'd need to look elsewhere after this fight.
The Duel of Seven was unique to this particular fight ring. Growing up, she was forced to do it a couple of times. The last time however she won but the competitors along with some of the hosts of the event failed to show hospitality, even going as far as sacking her home and laying a hand on her mother. She'd come just in time to kick them out. She had a score to settle and this time, she wasn't going to back off. It was the ring that allowed it, it would be the ring that paid the price for it.
After all, this fight was basically a ticket up to the top if you won. But the only catch was that fowl play was allowed. You could bring whatever weapons including magic, though not many people brought magic since most people didn't have it. However, if necessary, Maeve wasn't afraid to use her lightning.
"So," one of the bigger ones mused. Maeve knew him as Toriki, The Blade Cutter. He was two years older than her and not really much of a friend. "You're back."
She threw him a savage grin. "You're as charming as ever. Perhaps you've taken a step away from the blades, eh?"
"You know that will never happen," a gruff voice from behind her said. She turned around to spot Ballader, The Mountain. The other seven made a circle around her, familiar faces, but not important enough for her to remember their names. These men were clearly the champions of the ring.
Although, one hooded figure caught her eye. "Who are you? I didn't know they allowed hoods in the ring."
Maeve saw the silhouette of moving lips before they took their hood off. The girl was dangerously stunning, eyes like a cat and a sharp grin that could cut her if she got too close. Out of anyone, Maeve found her the most unnerving. She had combat boots and red hair and had a curved sword strapped on her back. Something similar to the Japanese Katana.
