Make Way For Young Blood

Aslatiel · 02-06-2021, 02:08 PM

Members of the pack began to arrive and, with each approaching wolf, adrenaline rose in the young woman. She had worked hard to attain her level of skill and she still trained daily. She helped others train, had saved the lives of packmates, had defended the packs land. Asla regularly hunted to refill the larder. She ran patrols. In her mind, she had earned the right to challenge. This was the next step and it was necessary that she take it in public where her victory could not be disputed. When Magnus arrived though, she was terribly disappointed.

The current Reaper, a wolf that she held dear... handed her the position. He simply gave it over. She didn't want that. No, not at all. She had worked for it and would win her title by physical force. It needed to be proven that she was capable and worthy of that title. The young woman's brow furrowed slightly at Magnus' words. She didn't understand why he would just hand it over. He had worked so hard to win the position. Perhaps she would have won it initially if her leg hadn't been broken, but it had been and she couldn't compete. Now this...

Movement from the side caught her attention and Asla cast her galaxy gaze to the forms of her father and mother. On the other side, Naiche looked just as confused as she did. His words were met with a soft exhale through soft brown nares. She didn't want congratulations until she did what she came to do. And she would do it whether Magnus verbally gave her the rank or not.

The rest of the congregation of wolves disappeared until it was just the striped Fatalis and Magus. She respected him. Always had. No matter what happened today, she would always care for him. Taking a step forward, the armored girl took another, then one more. Her voice was soft when she spoke, showing her lack of ill will, but her words were precise and her intent was clear. "I will earn this as I earn all things. No hard feelings, but this must be done."

They were nearly nose to nose while she spoke and she had started her attack upon that approach. The young woman positioned herself so that, when her speech was done, she could launch herself forward. Hind claws dug into the earth below her, providing grip and stability. Jaws opened wide and a guttural snarl ripped from her chest as she sought to sink her teeth into the flesh just below Magnus' jaw. Retractable claws pushed forward as she pushed into him with her paws almost like an embrace. Claws threatened to pop through his flesh as she tried to hold him close to her. He was larger, but she was faster and she was highly skilled. Would he even fight or would he roll over? He had to know how important this was for her. Please... she willed with her mind. Please fight me. Make my succession valid.

"Aslatiel"

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