Three Line Tale: Warpaint

Warpaint was in her very culture and she followed it just like her father did, and his father, and his father all the way to her ancestors who started the practice.

As she stepped on to the dark field of battle, her painted face glowed, striking fear into the hearts of her enemies.

She was a stellar warrior, her body was her weapon, and the dance floor was her battlefield, where she belonged, and strove to conquer.


Word Count: 77

Prompts:

Three Line Tales, Week 141

Word of the Day Challenge “Stellar”

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