Bloodshed

As Banshee continued to attend lessons from her mentors she was finding the training slightly addicting. Ambition had been ignited within her and the flame was strong. Learning how to use her elongated fangs as well as her new companion. Banshee had managed to befriend a Spitting Cobra she found out west and they had become rather close. It was an odd give and take type of relationship. As a large predator she provided the snake some sort of protection while he did the same for her in a much more sneaky way. Not many would dare confront a 50" long venomous Cobra. But, what truly drew her in was his odd coloration. He was rippled with the same ailment her family was, albinism. Along his body were stripes of albinism that gave Vex a very unique look. Ban's own father was partially albinistic. Perhaps it was chance or even meant to be.

As Banshee consumed the battle cry the babe lifted herself from her resting spot. A rush of excitement filled her as she carried her youthful form towards the battlefield. The summoner was a familiar Wolf. Zeitgeist was Banshee's very own Queen. Well, a Queen governed by Ban's aunt. The earthy toned gal was once a servant but somehow managed to grab a crown. Thoughts of mild disdain filled the yearling's mind. It was impressive to see someone climb the ranks. But, she couldn't help but to think the reason was her romantic affiliation with Sirius. If it weren't for that would she hold a crown? Or would she be serving us meals? Banshee quickly tossed aside her negative thoughts as she arrived. It was time to fight. Tooth and claw did not yield to social status.

Upon arriving Vex moved from Banshee's shoulders to the ground. He was a rather big Snake and it was added weight the yearling did not need. He moved to coil at her side, about three tail lengths away, to be at the ready. She would prefer to not have to have him help her in the fight, but if things got dicey.. he was there. - A grin slipped across the Klein's lips as she stared at the horned femme. "My Queen." Little emotion came across as she spoke. The words held no venom nor favor. The taller fae rolled her shoulders and lapped her tongue along her upper teeth idly. "On your move." It would be rude to not let her superior go first.

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