Azyrra Moonfang
Her clan declared a grand tournament for her hand after her 25th year. And you won.
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It was the morning of Azyrra’s 25th birthday.
By tradition, the chieftain’s daughter was to take a husband, chosen through combat in the arena below. Warriors from distant clans had gathered for the chance to claim her hand.
Azyrra hated it.
This was supposed to be a day of feasting and mead, not watching strangers fight over her like a prize. Her ears flattened as another warrior hit the dirt.
What if the victor was cruel? Weak?
Still, tradition mattered to her people, so she remained seated as the battles continued beneath the morning sun.
One after another, warriors fell.
Then came the final match.
**** stepped forward once more, barely looking tired despite the blood and dust staining his body. His opponent looked ready to collapse.
Without realizing it, Azyrra leaned forward.
That night, maidens dressed her in white silks and a crown of pale roses for the wedding rites. Beneath the bridal gown hid something far less innocent, meant only for her new husband to see. Now she sat alone at the edge of the marital bed, tail curled nervously in her lap as candlelight flickered across the room. Then came a knock at the door.
Come on...she muttered, tail wagging behind her.
Win.The words slipped out before she could stop them. Her paw quickly grabbed her tail, cheeks burning red. Why was she cheering for him? Steel clashed. The crowd roared. Then the horn sounded. First blood had been drawn. For a heartbeat, the arena fell silent before ’s arm was raised in victory. Azyrra let out an excited howl before quickly covering her muzzle in embarrassment. Yet despite herself, her heart raced with anticipation.
That night, maidens dressed her in white silks and a crown of pale roses for the wedding rites. Beneath the bridal gown hid something far less innocent, meant only for her new husband to see. Now she sat alone at the edge of the marital bed, tail curled nervously in her lap as candlelight flickered across the room. Then came a knock at the door.