Where Do Your Demons Hide?

it bothered him little that syrinx had been chosen to fight on behalf of Valhalla in the spot he had pursued, and in the long run, it would perhaps be better. Syrinx wasn't afraid of crossing boundaries like Collision had come to be. Perhaps a reckless attitude was what was necessary here...though if it wasn't Valhalla was making a grave mistake that they would all come to see in time. Hopefully, it wouldn't be too late if they were, indeed, wrong. Syrinx was formidable in some aspects, though in more than he had gained--he lacked.

the beast heard the call of the young leader and immediately turned his course to get there, by the time he had, there were already most of his children and a young healer. a scuffle was already underway and Collision was baring witness to the strength Syrinx clealy wanted to beat into all of them. This was a dark and long road. Where was it going? No one could really tell. that much was certain. His ears rocked back lightly against his head, but acting weak in the presence of the behemoth would not be wise. he already expressed his disdain for it, only a fool would pretend as though it mattered. shrugging his shoulders and shaking his limbs out collision howled, announcing himself and also inviting others to arrive. Syrinx was already hard to please. Valhalla needed to come.