May the odds be ever in your favour
05-01-2020, 02:13 AM
She hadn't been aiming for the position initially, but not for lack of passion. She knew she wanted to become a formidable warrior with a rank that reflected the fact -- someday. She hadn't thought she was ready. But Tamsyn volunteered, a student like herself. As did Banshee, who was also a yearling. Just as the pack meeting had drawn to a close, the young woman made the decision to try out. At worst, she will have simply advanced with her own training. And at best....
Well, late was late, so Mal hurried her ass over to the congregation. Lucky for her, Sirius had only just begun. As he continued with "the highest rank available," she slowed her steps and plopped down on the outskirts of the group, ears and eyes swiveled forward to take in his words. Her conviction only grew as the Warlord clarified that the rank wasn't only for the strongest or most experienced. So I actually have a shot at this... Her belly churned with a mix of fear and excitement. It was such a prestigious role -- and a daunting thing, too, to hold such a high position. Was she ready for it? Was she even ready to try?
She answered herself when the Warlord opened the floor for questions. "Is there still room for late arrivals?"