Make a name for yourself

Acantha had taken a day getting settled into Aslatiel's den and getting the lay of the land around the Armada's territory, but she made a priority of seeking out Sirius to see to the test that he had said they would carry out the next day after their meeting. She had already gotten quite attached to the Reaper that had done her a kindness in inviting her into the pack and giving her the task of being a personal guard. She was eager to make a place for herself here and was excited to be getting back to what she knew best. It would be an adjustment to go back to being the soldier instead of the commander, but it was a hell of a lot better than being locked away in a room and raped nearly daily so there would never be a complaint from her lips.

The Stavros warrior moved across the plains until she spotted the dark form of the Warlord, approaching him with a polite dip of her head. Even after all the time since she had been taken from her home the manners and etiquette that had been drilled into her as a pup still held true to this day. "Sirius," she greeted simply, offering him a small grin. "I'm ready for your test if now is a good time." She wasn't sure if he had anything in particular in mind besides the usual spar, but whatever she had to do to prove herself she was ready to do it.

Acantha Elpis Stavros