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The meditation had been...nice. Though Zaro suspected he didn't feel its full effects due to his natural rejection of magic, even down here in these caves, the moment of peace surrounded by the soft water sounds was calming. Hana seemed to come out of it more rejuvenated than he could have imagined, a bounce in her step as she trotted beside him through the winding caves of the Tranquil territory.  "I wonder what they want to show us?" Hana said cheerfully, not an o...

Their pile had grown, Zaro's and Zara's, and it attracted quite the crowd throughout the competition. Zaro's muscles burned as he threw another Haedian away with his horns, the sound of them hitting the cave walls and sliding down with a grunt almost making up for the exertion he was experiencing in this moment. Surely, it was nearly over, yes? Even Zara, large and steadfast as she was, was beginning to slow as she protected their hoard of stones, wings bent low over the pile as she fen...

The sound of claws sliding and scraping over the stones of the cave filled Zaro's ears, the sharp growls and harsh cries of his fellow opponents filling the cavern like a symphony. The Devil's Python held his ground, horned head bent low, long tail whipping back and forth behind him like a weapon in its own right. He made no sound, but he did not have to, one look at him was all anyone needed to know he meant business - or trouble. "Watch our flanks, Zara," He spoke with the commanding...

Perhaps I shall. Zaro had initially thought that should be the end of it. However, not long after that encounter, he found himself approached once again by a group of Haedians seeking retribution. This time, they seemed less on edge, expressing a willingness to settle the matter with a few words. A favor for forgiveness, they proposed, to maintain equilibrium. The puller acknowledged that a task like this suited him, aligning with his drive to bring balance amid chaos. ...

Inevitable. That ominous word hung in the air, a shroud threatening to engulf every twist and turn of Zaro's unpredictable journey. Zaro, a lone wanderer navigating the intricate dance of fate, clashed vehemently against the chains of the 'inevitable.' He faced it head-on, a wild spirit refusing to be tamed, with his ally, Ashazara standing firm at his back. The current confrontation unfolded with a group of irate Haedians accusing Zaro of theft, the tension palpable. However, i...

Zaro steeled himself against the magic of the caves, the fur upon his back standing on end as the spines along his body seemed to quiver in response each time he passed a crystal cluster protruding from the caverns. Magic did not touch The Devil's Python, but it soaked the atmosphere beneath Vitalus and even here Zaro could taste it on the back of his tongue like a rot. This region did not suit him, and under normal circumstances, the Puller would never have ventured beyond Thedale's borders ...