change of heart

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he sound of fang against wood could be heard as Banshee worked on her latest spear. Since deciding to remain in the Armada as Seer's adoptive daughter she had made it her mission to work on herself a bit more. She had a similar mentality before her dad had come back but all was tossed away when he made his grand entrance. The romance between Hannibal and Deathbelle as well as the feeling of being lost that swelled within the yearling's mind seemed to knock her down into the trenches of sorrow once again. Since birth Ban had struggled with emotions. Being abandoned so much and always feeling lesser to others. First it was Leera's pups, then Deathbelle's, and finally her father's second litter. She felt inferior in every way and wanted to run. But, on the day she approached Sirius with the request to leave her heart had been shaped once again. Rather then allowing her to run he had given her the hope and push she needed to give the Armada a fighting chance. It was time she truly put her biological parents behind and moved on with hopes of being a proud Fatalis-Klein.

As the young Wolf moved her long fangs against the wood she remembered back to the lesson Sirius had given her. When his leg was hurt they had a training session. He showed her how to craft spears. Since then she had desired to make one of her own and show it to him. Maybe then he'd show her how to properly fight with one. Banshee had an idea of how to utilize a spear in battle and practiced alone every now and again. But, it would be nice to learn how to use one proper. Banshee lifted her head to take a look at her work thus far. Eyes raking over the freshly carved wood with a tiny grin. She spotted a few notches and bumps she'd need to smooth out. Thus, Ban went back in and continued her work quietly.