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The Arctic woods were as cold as a freezer at its lowest temperature, but despite this, the warrior continued his training without any breather, as if the cold didn't affect him. He swung his training blade back and forth at snowflakes with practiced precision, never pausing. His red cape spun after each movement of his body, an elegant carpet of crimson following him in the wind. After an hour or two, he decided to stop for the evening. Just in time as well, since a blizzard was rolling in over the horizon. The man walked towards the warmth of the home he had built, where his two friends were staying, with his permission, of course.
"I would've called for you if it'd gotten dark," the eldest one says to the man, his obsidian black raven wings fluffing slightly, as he has just finished preening them. The man smiled to his avian friend, hanging up his crown and cape by the door, and putting away his mask and blade in a storage drawer beside the entrance.
"I have the voices to tell me to shelter before a blizzard that strong. I was fine," the warrior replied, sitting by the lit hearth next to the other lad. The second friend was a multi-race, tall youth of seventeen, and the pair's neighbor and closest ally. His split white and black fluffy hair was done back into a loose, small ponytail, with a little side braid resting next to his elf-like ear. The trio all spoke among themselves through the freezing night storm, telling jokes and stories, sharing merry words and recalling tales that caused great bursts of laughter from each.