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relics:wind-soaring.valorous [2026/06/05 16:52] – [Hands: Valorous Bracelet of Grappling Hooks] anadminrelics:wind-soaring.valorous [2026/06/05 17:16] (current) – [Feet: Valorous Greaves of Pursuing Hunt] anadmin
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 > Like the cold wind, soaring above a pack of wolves with their heads held high. The hunter and the hunted will eventually switch places. > Like the cold wind, soaring above a pack of wolves with their heads held high. The hunter and the hunted will eventually switch places.
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 +She still remembered that ancient ballad of the fox clans, singing a tune that never quite became a melody, only a mournful lament for their lost homeland. //"Sauntering fox on the distant shore. Traveling slowly, thirst and hungry. My heart is filled with sorrow, yet no one knows my grief..."//
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 +Thousands of years ago, they became livestock, servants, and currency under the tyranny of the wolves' claws. Thousands of years later, they still fight tirelessly for the liberation of their kin. Despite lacking their natural enemies' constant mutating and transforming bodies, they possess keen adaptabilty and wit.
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 +Their wolf-headed masters commanded them to craft tools for use, yet repeatedly dug out their eyes to prevent learning and forbade them from possessing metals to avoid copying any tools. None of this could erase the fox clans' inner desire: One day, they would teach the hunters the fear of being hunted. One day, they would swap places with the hunters and pursue those without rest.
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 +In the end, the fox races forged porcelain into armor. The Verdantia Knights' porcelain armor was as light as the wind and strong as steel. Their wolf-headed masters' claws and weapons of flesh could not harm them in the slightest.
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 +The general donned this porcelain armor, rising with the Verdantia Fleet warriors with the wind, becoming a nightmare soaring above the borisin. They advanced and retreated in formation, like a flock of hunting birds, echoing each other. But no matter how sturdy this armor was, she always believed in this: A body tempered by pain is the best weapon, and comrades who share hardship are the best armor.
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 +//"Birds spread wings. Beasts bare fangs. Who said we have naught to garner? Our comrades are our armor."//
  
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 > Combat boots fashioned after talons. They allow the wearer to swiftly dash onto the battlefield like the wind, effortlessly traversing through thorns and rugged terrain. > Combat boots fashioned after talons. They allow the wearer to swiftly dash onto the battlefield like the wind, effortlessly traversing through thorns and rugged terrain.
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 +She watched the girl's figure dart swift and sure in the soft moonlight. She followed the girl's footsteps and scent like a hunter tracking their prey. Finally, she waited for the girl at the end of the road.\\
 +Or perhaps, it was the girl waiting for her to arrive.
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 +In the moonlight, the general saw that face clearly.\\
 +//"Do you want to join the Cloud Knights that much?"\\
 +"I don't want to give my life to a wolf-headed master."//\\
 +The girl's borisin speech was difficult and broken. The expression on that face — the general had seen it countless times while rescuing trapped kin from the fallen territories.\\
 +Though these people shared the same blood as her, they spoke different languages and harbored different thoughts.\\
 +They never considered themselves descendants of the foxes, but then, who were they?\\
 +The general trembled slightly, stepping aside and vacating the path.\\
 +//"Go. From tonight, they won't chase you anymore..."\\
 +"But I want them dead."//
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 +The general looked at her in disbelief, as amazed as if she had seen a shooting star streak across the sky, and the girl's animal-like figure suddenly vanished into the darkness.\\
 +The general closed her eyes as if the moonlight burned them. After a moment, she looked down and saw the girl's bare, thorn-scarred feet covered in mud.
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 +//"Why aren't you wearing shoes?"\\
 +"I forgot. I didn't notice."//\\
 +The general took off her own boots, compared sizes, and helped the girl put them on.\\
 +//"They fit pretty well... Let's go then."\\
 +"What about you?"\\
 +"I'm used to walking on thorns."//
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 +She quickened her pace, barefoot and agile, with the girl closely chasing after her.\\
 +Or perhaps, they were both chasing after each other.
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