endure and survive

Since the meeting Banshee was determined to take the Reaper rank. She never tasted competition before but the babe was ready to take the bull by the horns. Ban was aware of the warriors she was up against. Older and perhaps more experienced fighters. But, she knew she could hold her own. Banshee was keen on winning but she wouldn't let a loss bring her down. She figured in the path of her ambitions she would improve upon herself enough to make a loss worth it. Even if she didn't come out with a rank she'd come out with a better understanding of battle as well as pack duties.

Banshee found herself moving through the plains with the Sun in the background. It was later afternoon and the sky was painted purple and orange. The tall fae marched through the grass with beaming blue eyes. As she slowed down in a proper clearing towards the barracks her tongue flicked around one of her massive fangs. With a flick of her tail she tossed her head into the air and let forth a howl. It was a beckon for a spar. Perhaps she'd fight one of her competitors.

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