Let Me Burn You

It was late evening and Syrinx had been circling the premisis all day letting his mind wander. He would make a trip to Seracia to gather some warriors from his allies, and after that, he would be ready to move out against Glaciem. Still, it was fair enough that in the pack he had found a couple that he trusted to rise into the upper levels. He wanted to let all that were capable be elligible fighters in the war, and he had to admit, that number was surprisingly low. They had a lot to reclaim and few who were willing to fight for it. syrinx wanted to change so much here, but his mind was already made up, Valhalla would not--and could never be-- an eternal home for him. Not without changing things so much for others. He needed not to be an Alpha, but to be a Arkhos.

rear war brought to the ground and he was firmly seated before the lands. his head tilted back and he summoned a select few to come to him. They were going to do their war-talk. And while some of them might not agree with his ideas and his ways. He was going to keep them alive and they needed to rise to the things he asked. It was simple. Very simple.