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Pawed feet paced back and forth. Back and forth, back and forth. Fur bristled on end as the events of his fight only days ago left him positively annoyed. He couldn't stay like this. He had to get better. He had to practice. There was no more sitting around doing nothing 'getting fat' like that pissant Baratheon had claimed. No, now as he stood guard of his growing children he would practice. And he would make himself better.

so he called upon his magick and much to his expectation...it failed. A loud crack was heard in his ribs and a howl of pain escaped him before he could prevent it.


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A snarl covered his features as a pawed hand moved up to feel the dislocated rib and with a quick shove, pushed the thing back into place. That was sure to be sore for awhile. No matter. he would try again...

...this time his gem tingled to life and he watched as debris and rocks went flying away from him from the energy force that burst from himself.

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