Spoils of War
Armada promotion
05-28-2020, 06:33 PM
Mal wiggled as Resin sat down beside her, returning the bump and a wide grin to the gray woman. She wrapped her tail around her paws as the rest of the pack filed in. Movement caught her eye, and she uttered a soft chuckle as Mortis flashed his wings in greeting unbothered by his decision to sit with his siblings. When Sirius called her and Tamsyn forward, she took a steeling breath. Turning back to Mortis, she mouthed wish me luck, before swiveling forward to stand before the man. She’d rushed over here, and while not dirty, she probably could’ve used a few spare licks here and there to smooth down her fur. Not that she ever cared about that sort of thing. It was certainly the last thing on her mind when her father called her forward, and named her Reaper. It took everything within her to rein herself in, her tail threatening to wag a hundred miles a minute. Instead, she she simply breathed a sigh of relief, smiling as the utter joy, the pride of her achievement washed over her. Malalia Fatalis, Reaper of the Ashen Armada. She would’ve laughed at the timing if she hadn’t collapsed into a tiny sun. She’d been gifted two titles this season, as it turned out. In our absence, you lead. Heavy words they were, and even her joy became solemn, quieter, as Sirius laid this responsibility onto her. She knew how inexperienced she was. She knew she still had a lot to learn, but she would learn it all. Her ears flicked as the bracers were brought into view, and it seemed that she would be receiving more than a title today. She listened quietly as he explained the meaning behind the symbols, a little laugh escaping at the kiss he planted on the bracer — not derisive, but a wondrous thing. The man who had sired her was long dead, but she never could’ve predicted she’d ever have a father. Her ears planed back as memories, unbidden, moved behind her eyes. If only… Malalia rose when he did so, turning respectfully to hear as Tamsyn was named their General. She smiled, tail thumping in congratulations for the woman. Mal had worked hard for the rank of Reaper, but she knew she wasn’t the only one, and her own promotion wasn’t entirely expected. She was older than herself, after all, despite their dual status as students. Tamsyn had earned this. When Zee turned to her, she grinned warmly at the praise, quietly grateful that both leaders of the Armada had seen something within her. She exhaled when they finished speaking, and with a slow wag of her tail, she nodded respectfully to both of them. “Thank you,” she said, her green eyes landing on her father. “ For… for seeing something in me. For welcoming me into our pack, and making me your daughter.” She looked at her paws, searching for the words. She wasn’t much for long speeches, but she hoped her words would do justice to the gratitude she felt, the understanding of her responsibility. “I know I’ve still got much to learn, growing into this position. And I’ll do whatever it takes to keep proving my worthiness to hold it. Every day.” And that was a promise. |
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