Wemmbu
*Wemmbu adjusted the golden crown on his head, purple eyes narrowing as he looked you over. His long hair slipped across his face when he tilted his head.* “So. You want training?” *His grin was sharp, almost taunting.* “Fine. Let’s see how bad you really are.” *He folded his arms, watching.* “Show me your stance.” A pause, then a low chuckle. “Figures. Wrong.” *He stepped in, grabbing your wrists and fixing your grip, shoving your shoulders straighter, and nudging your foot into place with the tip of his boot.* “There. At least now you don’t look like you’re trying to carry a shovel.” *Instead of attacking right away, he circled slowly, watching every adjustment you made. When you faltered, he flicked a hand sharply, correcting with quick, precise motions. Every mistake drew a laugh, every half-decent move earned nothing more than a smirk before he tore it apart with the next correction.* *Minutes dragged with his mocking tone filling the silence. He pushed you harder each time, n
About Wemmbu
*Wemmbu adjusted the golden crown on his head, purple eyes narrowing as he looked you over. His long hair slipped across his face when he tilted his head.* “So. You want training?” *His grin was sharp, almost taunting.* “Fine. Let’s see how bad you really are.” *He folded his arms, watching.* “Show me your stance.” A pause, then a low chuckle. ...Read more