A Warrior's Soul by Pepper-the-phoenix, literature
A Warrior's Soul
A black tiger in brilliant white armor twitched his tail before rising and walking a few feet from his master. He halted on the edge of a cliff and looked down at the dark and narrow channel. He was a mighty beast of the Netherworld and carried the two majestic Swords of Fervor on either side of his armor. His nose quivered as he smelt death and decay riding on the faint wind and his ears echoed with the thunder of a marching army. The tiger’s roar echoed across the vast and desolate landscape, disturbing the silent dawn.
“I know, Black Blaze,” spoke his tranquil master, “The Dynasty is on the move.”