Where Do Your Demons Hide?

*Gael* · (This post was last modified: 10-10-2013, 02:17 AM by Gael.)

Things shouldn't have come down to this, but they had and there was no avoiding it now. Glaciem was pretty much looming on the horizon, waiting for their chance to strike and Valhalla had to get ready. For as long as they'd been around, as far as the young Adravendi knew, they hadn't participated in any wars. Or maybe they had. He wasn't too sure, but the family that surrounded him didn't seem like the type to march into battle. They were more peaceful than anything, which was probably a problem. Gael himself had just turned two several days ago and now he had to prepare himself for battle. It was a nerve racking thing, but he wasn't going to stand by idly while some foreigners came in and tried to destroy his family. If there was one thing on their side, it was numbers. Valhalla was the biggest pack in all of Alacritis, so they would definitely outnumber the Glaciems. But would that be enough?

His uncle's call would ring out across Valhalla, summoning the warriors to him. They needed be prepared and who better to train them than Syrinx. The newly turned two year old try to respond to the call as quickly as possible, clearly not the first one to arrive. His uncle, as well as his nieces whom he hadn't had a chance to meet yet, aunt Chrysanthe and his father were all present, along with a few members whom he wasn't acquainted with. A serious expression took over the young man's features as he moved towards the little group, cerulean gems dancing over the russet figure of his uncle and aunt, sparing a glance towards Collision. Uncle Syrinx, Aunt Chrys. A dip of the skull would be given to the two as a greeting, turning towards the grey man that was his father, ready to learn whatever they wanted to teach him.

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