The Arrival of the Young Gladiatrix

**Queen Maria Catalina** Fri Feb 22, 2013 1:46 am

The multicolored female yearling stepped zealously across the thick, immature greens that snaked along the ground and up the cracked skin of the close knit community of trees. The yellow rays of light shot through the thin skin of vibrant leaves above to brighten the whole area with its delicious glow. The light raced through the white roots of her thick pelt up and through the large frosted areas of grey paying special attention to the tan areas that marked her youth. The fur still soaked in the scents of the forest and of solitude alone. Her paws were rather large on her gangly limbs that expanded from her tiny body to reach the ground like thin trunked trees, hinting one day she would be significantly taller than she was now. Her bright fiery gaze swept through the tree line while she wandered on towards the unmistakable scents of her new home, these Vilkas wolves. She had heard much about them before she joined their ranks. Cold, bloodthirsty creatures of the night with deafening howls that send fear down the spines of their enemies. The reputation was so appealing to her young mind she couldn't resist their offer of membership. This is exactly what she had wanted. These wolves surely had the tools to build her up into the combatant she so desperately longed to be, to make her family proud. To make her father proud. If she was to be honest with herself she really just wanted it for her, to live up to her bloodline's repute and serve her superiors well. She was so very eager to learn and she was ready to do whatever must be done. Her mind was racing during her approach until finally she reached it. "The Vilkas Borderlands.." She thought to herself with a wry grin fixing itself onto her feminine inky lips. The future soldadera slowed her walk as she neared it anticipating the arrival of the royal himself or better yet one of his famed guards that protected him...