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The Graphite Ranger was sick of his life. He always was an outsider. He never wanted to be part of a team. He was forced to. One day, the team recruited a new member: The Smoke Ranger. That was it. He was barely noticed, and now there as another gray ranger. He sent his resume to the bad guys. He knew everything about the Light Rangers. He was hired. And now look at him, he's one of the Shadow Rangers. All wearing armors in glorious shades of gray… #WritingPrompt
@whknott
Onna was the first daughter of the Overlord Harwick; Sarri, the last daughter of the Dread Sovereign Kaxton. The two domains had fought for over a century and ended the war through 'marriage.' The baby girls were traded, to be raised by the enemy's father. Onna’s nature was incredibly violent; she became a fierce warrior. Sarri was a born strategist and could out-think her stepfather when she was ten. The war rekindled. The two women met, face-to-face during an armistice. They were twins; same father; betrayed. Their fury was inexorable.
To say the Daksimi were militaristic was an understatement beyond compare. To say the Changama were martial in outlook was simply true. However, their battles took the form of fashion shows.
Destrah goosestepped down the runway, her armor lustrous in a leaden patina, intricate runes inscribed over her helmet and torso.
Dagama strutted from the other direction, her armor luminous and shiny.
The judges sighed. We cannot choose. They are so lovely!
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