Table & Coding © Raze; 611 words
The small girl was determined to prove herself. She had learned to shift and had risen out of the puppy ranks. Now more than ever she had to prove herself. She had to show that she would be an asset rather than a burden. She didn't have the luxury of falling back on being a pup, not that such a thing had ever stopped her before. After all she was proud of the skull that she had on the border. She had gotten it before she could shift. Sure, she had only been bait and Halo had been the one to clean it for her but she still claimed it as her own. Now, though, she wished to show that she could do the work herself.
She had "borrowed" the same weapon that had been used to slay the prior beast. Symera didn't have any weapons of her own and so she had taken the one that she had seen Halo use before. She didn't even think to ask before taking but had just wandered into her caretaker's room and had taken it before disappearing past Inferni's borders. The girl has her mind set on taking down a stinky by herself. She refused to return until the task was completed.
No consideration was taken for the fact that she had no amount of training but only the drive. She didn't see where it mattered though. Everyone had to start somewhere. And well, she decided to start by showing Halo that she could do this herself. That she didn't need to be taken out and protected. Symera was an adult now. Symera was in the adult ranks so she had to do this. It wasn't only for her herself or for Halo but for the entire clan. She had to prove that it wasn't a mistake to take her in and that she could pull her own weight now. Sure, she was rough around the edges but she was still young enough to be taught and polished. With the right amount of training she could fit amongst any of the ranks. Of course genocide would always be her passion.
Symera had spent near about a full day out and away from Inferni, the longest she had ever been away since she had joined, before she had finally made it back. She was safe enough for the time being even if she wasn't sound. Her inexperience showed upon her body through the various lacerations but in the end she had come out on top. And well, the adrenalin rush of the whole experience had her numb to the pain that she should be feeling. No, she couldn't wait to get back and show Halo just what she had ended up bagging.
The small female had dragged the body of the wolf through the lands of Inferni and into the mansion. Her way was made directly towards Halo's room in order to sit and wait for the woman to get in from her daily routine. Symera sat herself upon Halo's bed and despite the bloody and dirty mess that she was Symera was grinning. The full carcass of the wolf had been pulled up onto the bed as well. As odd as it was Symera actually had the head of the deceased on her lap and was stroking it in an almost loving fashion. Of course Halo's weapon had been returned as well, it remaining speared through the eye socket of the wolf and had been embedded into the inside of the back portion of the skull. Symera had been unable to remove it and so she had just left it to show off.
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