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Halo Lykoi · 01-05-2011, 06:28 PM

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She liked that the female actually seemed to pay attention to her words. It was becoming more certain now that this woman could remain a creature that the Lykoi princess could be bothered with in the future, and if her interests were right, the two of them would definitely have more to do with each other in the future. The woman was proud of what she had managed to accomplish over the short years she had lived with the clan. When she first had arrived, Gabriel had probably frowned at the arrogant child with her chin held high. He had been quick to put her in place and reveal to her that her father was a blood traitor and had betrayed the clan in the past. Halo had been brought up on water and lies; had been brainwashed into believing the world to be a place where the three siblings of Soul, de le Poer and Lykoi blood to find glory and immortality. Inferni had not been the place she had expected it to be, and when she had been a fresh member there, she had possessed a depressing amount of disappointment.

Halo’s siblings had fallen off quickly, but she had remained, intrigued by the return of the mother of all Lykoi and the legend of her father’s stories. There were other elements too that had made her stay, along with her own stiff stubbornness. The copper hued female was extremely loyal to the clan and the leaders that kept it going. She did not believe she would ever leave this place, so it would probably be death that was to take her away on jet black wings. That was how her life was supposed to end, for Gabriel had made her a warrior and that was what she had become. It was a glorious path that she adored, and she thought that too few of the clan’s remaining members knew what it was like to dance down along this narrow road where life and death were on each their side on a silver, sharp edged blade. If she excluded the horrible things that had been done to her by family and unknown creatures, her past was relatively pleasant to gaze back at. Hard work and no play had not made Halo a dull girl, for instead she had managed to carve out a beautiful future for herself. She remained young and beautiful, not yet marred by lines in the flesh from the fights she had been through. Sure, there were cuts and lines hidden safely beneath thick coppery fur.

Overall, she knew contentment. Itachi remained an unwanted element in her life, but instinct required that she loved him, and so she did, though as a flawed mother. The little pale skull was turned in her soft palm as she thought of him. Silas had not turned away after he had learned of her misfortune. Instead, he had pledged to defend her and her child. Pulse paced heavily in her ears, as her chest was flooded with the warm caress of what could only be love. How wonderful it was to possess such emotion, for it had been returned. There was so much fuel for that fire, and whenever thoughts of Silas were near, Halo knew that she was immensely happy with this life. She did not ponder how things would have been without his presence, for she did not wish to give nurture to seeds of doubts. His family had left these shores, and there was always the slight possibility that he would wish to follow them, one day. If that day was ever to come, Halo would stand before a mountain of difficulty. No, it was better not to linger with such thoughts, for today she was ridiculously happy; having laid claim on the most handsome male she had ever had the pleasure of laying her eyes on.

Soft copper ears prickled as the woman’s voice rowed into her conscience on a sea of calm within her mind. Her lovely curved lips remained positive and sweet as she heard this. Specialized fighting, she said? Well, then Alyssum was definitely getting on the right side with one of the people that held authority in this field. Halo and Hybrid was a lovely duo, though different as night and day in all aspects for the most part. He specialized in the secui form, and was a magnificent creature when it came to everything that had to do with a coyote’s quadruped form. Halo had gone in another direction, and had specialized in the art of optime fighting and the variations of weapons available there. She was beautifully deadly once she possessed one of her twin swords, and she was equally skilled in hand to hand combat. Hours and days had been spent with the Aquila with pole arms and overall she was insanely skilled for her young age. She would be able to take on older and more experienced fighters, simply because she had put down such a grand amount of devotion in her rank. She had already experienced war and been out on the field. She had seen the face of death and wolves with intention to kill. She had killed and she had survived.

No less than four hours were dedicated to physical training every day, and she always started at the brick of dawn. It was not unusual for the woman to extend these sessions, and the regular meetings with others where skills were improved were not included in that daily amount of mandatory labour. She was lean and flexible, and could probably not be in a better shape than this. She knew this, and it was with adoration she watched her lovely form in the mirror every morning before she exited out into the back yard to start the day’s training session. ”What would you be interested in specializing in?” the warrior’s voice rose to ask with genuine curiosity seated behind it. One of her duties was to aid those in training, and if she owned the right skills, this would happen. Halo would appreciate some variation, for there was only so much she could do on her own. A variety of sparring partners would be wonderful. The copper and cream woman was not without a plan for the future though. She always sought to improve her skills, and there were many things she could take up and learn. Tossing knives and handling a crossbow was something the desired to learn. Her ability to aim and pull a trigger was already quite good, as she had found a pair of guns as a youth and slowly nursed them back to health through books of guidance and lucky raids in an old, crumbling gun store. One of the fire weapons had become defect shortly after she had arrived, and though she continued to clean the gun and keep it in perfect shape, she had failed at finding new supply of bullets. She did have a small supply of undamaged bullets, but had overall been reluctant to use them.

A nod was given as the female’s words continued, and her words were wisely chosen, it seemed. The other woman seemed to assume that her leaders would choose the right path for her, and this was good. Halo fully trusted her superiors and knew that they would make a just choice for Alyssum. For the woman’s sake, the Lykoi hybrid knew that she hoped that she would be chosen to wear the Hastati title. However, the other should be weary of letting dreams portray how it would be like to be a warrior in a battle. Halo had walked around with silly, glorious dreams, but reality had not held the sweet taste she had expected it to. Perhaps it was simply something one had to get accustomed to, but Halo had been disappointed in the lack of rush when she entered her first battle. It did not mean that she was without emotion, though during the fights, she was empty of everything except memory and knowledge worked into her very flesh. The victory rush was glorious though, even if it had hardly been enough to make a smile bloom on her face.

”We will see,” the woman agreed, addressing the last words spoken by the other. ”But it is the hardest path to choose, and if I am to become your supervisor, I will not go easy on you.” The warning was clear, and the smile and gentle gaze had turned stern and serious. War was no place for foolish dreamers. She had been one once, and it had led her nowhere. She had received the taste of reality, though discovered that this remained her call regardless. Ruby eyes had witnessed the nasty scenes where had yet to depart even as their bodies were literally ripped apart. One had to have a hard and stable stomach and cold conscience to get through this. She possessed all of this, and her way was that of the warrior. Would Alyssum go through the similar errors?

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