Elektra was trying to figure out what exactly they meant by air force. Like, fighting? The mare considered for a moment. Yeah, she could totally do that. Elektra, for lack of a better word, was a scrapper. As a girl she’d been told to act like a lady. It hadn’t worked, so now, she was happy to have an excuse to act like a badass.
It really was more her style.
That being said, she would need some practice. The purple and brown girl was all gusto, a whole lot of bark and indeterminable bite. She would need to hone up on that, or else stop barking so much. She’d learned from a young age that if you acted like a lunatic people usually assumed you were and left you the hell alone.
It was funny, how even the toughest warriors got spooked when faced with crazy.
So, it was with very little consideration that Elektra nodded happily.
“The Air Force? Yeah, I can totally do that.” And she totally could. She even came with wings included. The whole package, that’s what they would call her. Beauty, brains and badassery. The mare smiled broadly. That sounded pretty good. She tried to play it cool, but her excitement was obvious. A tiny, tiny, suppressed part of her was worried that they would take one look at her and laugh her out of the jungle. Since that had not happened she felt vindicated, and more than a little saucy.
That’s right, Elektra was here to stay.
OOC: The army side is good. Thanks!