Second to none

The girl was a little sulky, but she tried not to let it show. Inside, Dusk was a little mad at her parents. They were having more kids. She'd talked with her mother about it and Briar had been able to assuage the negative feelings somewhat, but those were just her mother's views. What did her father think about having more pups? Was he trying to replace them? Were they not good enough for him? As the thoughts ran through her head, the girl scowled. She just couldn't help herself.

Artorias instructed her to use Whisper on the targets up ahead and Dusk nodded. "I practice every day," she informed him. The obsidian child's long tail unfurled, the metal and leather weapon rested upon it like a second skin. Inhaling deeply, Dusk dove towards the closest target, planting her front paws and, with a graceful twist of her spine, brought the cat-o-nines around where the barbed metal sliced furrows in the target. Without wasting a moment, Dusk spun once more, her tail flicking out so that her weapon left scores across the second closest target. She was pleased with herself, but with all of the practice that she put in, it made sense that she was so skilled.

Out in the Gods Garden, the trees were littered with scratches and slices. There was a particular grove where the grass was nearly gone due to her practiced pawsteps. She'd hurt Thorn by not having control. She had rectified that. Now she had complete control. So much so, that with all of the practice, she'd begun to develop unnatural control of her tail. So far, she didn't know of anyone else that could move their tail like she could.

Turning fire opal eyes to her sire, Dusk lifted a brow, silently asking if that was good enough.

"Dusk"