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*Halo* · 12-25-2021, 11:12 PM

Fake it until you make it, right? Halo could attempt and pretend that she was fierce and prepared. Martial arts hadn't ever been on the list of things to learn, the list of things to grasp. Now was a good time to learn. She'd fit in, and she'd take her training seriously. Really, Halo didn't want the Warlord to think of her as her parents had. The girl had been a burden to them. She'd been in the way. She'd been, likely, a mistake. The girl that didn't turn out quite right, so they felt okay about casting her out into the world on her own-- sink or swim. It was ever so clear that they didn't care which. No, Halo would show Sirius that he'd made the right choice taking her into the Armada, and that she could belong here in time.

His laugh was gentle, soft humor. No malice. It was soft, as was his paw on her head. The warmth in the gesture made Halo smile as she looked up to the man. Gratitude rang through her soft lavender gaze, and she had to smile. For a man who was called the Warlord, he was far more kind and gentle than Halo could have ever anticipated.

Muscle memory. She could do that. For a moment, Halo stepped out of the stance, uncurling her claws from the ground and stretching out. From there she stepped back in-- shoulders pressed forward, claws dug into the soft earth, face pulled into a fierce expression. Throat protected, paws apart, right. She could do this. Stepping out once more, and then back in, Halo looked up to the dark man before her. "What do I do with my tail?" Out of position, and then back in once more, and the pale girl was starting to learn how she needed to distribute her weight to feel a bit less imbalanced. Her tail seemed like an easy target though, and Halo had to worry.

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