NSFW Only Nuns Ember in Step Abyssinian Colonial Phalanx Regulars Model of the month

She was born beneath dry hills and copper skies, where every child learns to walk in rhythm long before they learn to march. Before the war, Ember in Step danced in temple courtyards with bronze bells around her ankles and smoke in her hair. Now the bells are gone, replaced by leather straps and old blood, but the rhythm remains. It lives in her shoulders, in her hips, in the smooth way she turns a spear in her hands as though it were something delicate. She does not carry a rifle. She says rifles are too impatient. Ember prefers the closeness of a spear — the feeling of both hands wrapped around the shaft, the long reach, the moment before impact when she can still feel the heat of another body. Her weapon is dark wood tipped with polished steel, decorated with braided cords, prayer cloth, and tiny copper charms that click softly every time she moves. In battle, she advances with the same measured grace she once carried into dance. One hand holds the spear low against her thigh, the o