Black and Gold

collision had come late, but he had also been working on getting things in order. Was Valhalla safe for all of its inhabitants anymore? He didn't know, and a part of him feared it wasn't, but a part of him hoped he was wrong and that all in due time that would come to be known. His muscular frame lifted into the meeting and he brought himself before the leader- Chrysanthe. Of course, he was well aware of her victory over Isardis, for which he was proud of her, and he was also well aware of her loss to Sendoa, and then the loss Gideon faced landing him in the hands of the Glaciem men and women.

The fiend was dispicable, but know he was having hell to pay for his infidelity. Things were changing in Alacritis, and Collision knew that they were shaping the future. War was not a pretty thing, but they would not have been allowed to live in peace forever. Peace was too unstable a thing to be involved with.

He would listen to Chrysanthe, hanging around every word that she spoke, and paying perfect attention to her, she would get his faith and his understanding, but she would also get his query, "If any ranks are not held that involve battling I would like to go ahead and request one. Gideon was family, his being taken is now personal," Family would fight for family. Married in or blood.