With Long shadows of the day
Kara
banshee fatalis
Banshee witness the shy tucking of wings and she offered him a small raise of the brow. "No need to hide them, Mortis." She offered a toothy grin, "Embrace what the universe has bestowed upon you." Just as Banshee embraced the two elongated fangs that hung from her upper jaw. It was the girl's aim to spread some sort of positivity upon the pups. They seemed to all have their quirks and didn't want any of them feeling any ounce of the negativity she grew up with. As a youngling she learned the feeling of inferior at a young age and it really did a number on her. Perhaps that was why she acted out so much. With age and support those feelings were in the past. But, nontheless she wanted to support her younger siblings. As young Mortis rattled off options with a flare of his wings she let forth a tiny giggle. Banshee felt a flicker of that youthfulness she once relished in. The fanged babe lowered her front half to the ground playfully and wagged her tail devilishly. "Let's wrestle!" She then pivoted to gallop a few more tail lengths away to put distance between them. "A proper spar to see whatcha got in that fiery heart of yours." Banshee raised her front half only slightly with her hind legs bending so she was lower to the ground. She was aware he was young but also a son of Sirius. Banshee wouldn't be surprised if managed to beat her. Lips curled upward and ears flattened, "Your move, brother." Banshee's Cobra laid low in the distance. She wasn't going to have it attack but perhaps he could assist in some fashion. It was good to get experience fighting against a Wolf and it's companions for many fighters had a few under their control. Banshee Klein vs Mortis Fatalis for Spar |