even death has a heart

Some time had passed since Banshee had seen her friend Iroh. Things had changed a bit but nothing as dramatic as the previous lapses. Banshee was aiming for the Reaper rank and working hard at it. Each day was full of her duties, trying to claw her way to the top. Her goal was to shine above the other prospects and obtain the high rank. The thought of leading interested the young fae. To earn a high rank was what truly captivated her. She had seen others slip into ranks due to relationships or the promise of pups. But, she was going to try and gain title due with tooth and claw.

Banshee slithered her way across the barren hills with curious eyes. Observing the horrific trenches that littered the landscape. The scent of the land was completely void of travelers. If anything the scents were so incredibly stale she couldn't pick them up. She smelled old predator scents and a few rodents. But, it was very clear that the lands she traversed were desolate. Earthquakes seemed to have littered the region with dangerous caverns that she wouldn't dare touch. Though the idea of the danger seemed to spark excitement within the babe. Thus she lifted her head and called her friend for some fun. Perhaps Iroh would also enjoy the idea of a dicey dance.

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