Shall we begin?

A roll of thunder growled in the distance but it did little to deter the focus of the warrioress. Every sense was alert for the coming of her Queen. She would seek to etch out a role in this pack from which she could continue her studies as well as to be of some use. That was perhaps her greatest fear? having no purpose? being a useless burden. NO, she would put her skills to use, she would render the flesh of the packs enemies asunder. She craved it?


Her Queen, her Tyrant, would not disappoint. The regal phantom would appear before her sight and call to her by name. A grin twisted her maw as she dipped her head in respectful greeting to Artemis. "No, it does not. But I do not take it as an insult. I came here to learn after all." There was no harm in being a studen on the path of life. She sought to be stronger and how else to do that but learn and practice til she could rise to the top. And then if she was toppled to study and practice again in a never ending cycle, a never-ending quest for perfection.


"However, I need more than mere learning for my purpose. I wish to hold the title of Mercenary. I am a warrior and I would be recognized as such and in time I would seek to gain the rank of Paladin. But I will not rush things? I do not know if I'm yet at the level you require for such a task. But regardless? I will fight you if you wish to test me." In fact, she'd rather look foward to the opportunity to clash her fangs against her Tyrant's.


"Speech"