fronthand backhand
05-13-2020, 02:02 PM
(This post was last modified: 05-13-2020, 07:26 PM by Malalia.)
If she was going to become a warrior, and win the competition for Reaper, she was going to need plenty of practice. Who cared if someone snuffed her face in the dirt? The more experience she had, the better chance she had of advancing within the ranks of the Armada.
So, Malalia made coming to the battlefield a regular activity. She had still yet to win a match against a fully grown wolf, but she could feel herself growing stronger, her knowledge coming together, her moves solidifying. She'd even given Sirius some wounds to remember, even though she'd lost. The yearling so wanted to make proud the man who had taken her in.
Her wolverine kit was not with her today, but her steel claws were clean and ready to move with her. She tipped back her head and howled, calling out to a challenger.