I am the Reaper and death is my shadow

Banshee sat idly as she listened to Sirius speak. As the leader spoke she couldn't help but to feel excitement and pride with each announcement. First Sirius announced a promotion and opened up a few more slots as mentors for other warriors. Banshee figured maybe one day she could train others. She had already trained her little brother on some weapon crafting. But, for now she figured she needed more experience under her belt. Her blue eyes flicked to the one eyed lady before looking back to the leaders.

As Sirius announced the Reaper rank was open she couldn't help but to feel intrigue. Banshee doubted she'd be considered for heir or anything else like his blood children. So she would need to try and make her own claim to power. The babe was inherently ambitious and with her new found excitement for battle it seemed only right to consider the competition. But, she would wait until the Warlord ceased his speech before she made any decisions.  

Excitement filled her chest as he informed them of the practice raid. The ability to fight against Ashen was something she looked forward to. Maybe she could get into some fights with Recluse or another close relative. She practically hummed with excitement as a toothy grin slipped across her lips. Banshee just knew the Armada would win. The positive thoughts seemed to soothe her when the announcement of heir was announced. She wasn't hurt at all for the two pups were promising. Hopefully one would obtain a crown and make the family proud.

Zee spoke up about her father and Belle sitting out and she felt a pang of annoyance. Banshee wanted to win against her father. To be able to hold a victory over his head. If they won she still could but it would be less satisfying. Nevertheless Banshee finally chose to speak up, "I will join the competition for Reaper as well."

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