Redsand Canyon Heartbeat

"Since your meeting Xicor, it became more clear that this has been needed, so, as of this very moment, you are promoted from Specialist to Executioner. Congratulations."

Her ears flicked slightly. Not much but a little, enough to be seen. She had a ton of questions at this point, a lot of thoughts going through her mind at an alarming speed. ”Thank you.” She knew that she had to say that but she wasn’t sure what it all meant. War was born ready for anything thrown at her, her racing thoughts put off, to the side and away. Tucked deep within she let it all slide. Nyra had given her responsibility and she had to live up to that.

But what did it mean? Did she have to kill on Nyra’s command? Hadn’t she always though as a specialist too? She was not to judge war, they made war because it was part of nature, not because anyone deserved it, or didn’t deserve it. War was the world, the evolution of things. Fight, die, survive. All of it was just a part of the machinery. If Nyra told War to kill someone for a wrongdoing, she would do it. She had been given that job now, and she would not fail it.

”Kynareth. Where is he?” She had not seen him in a while and she wondered where he had gone. She almost wanted to ask if he was part of this decision, but she did not doubt that Nyra was capable to make this decision on her own. War’s affection and loyalty to Nyra only grew the more time passed. Loyalty that wasn’t for sale, but she made an exception for her. She was fully aware she wasn’t alpha (not to her current knowledge), but she saw Nyra as such anyway. She had proved herself to be an alpha by heart. Someone War could follow, someone who could lead them to battle. War would die for her.

Though she had no plans of dying any time soon.