The deafening precision with which you calculate time for repose,
It is with knowledge that your enemies
must perish with a thousand cuts, each fold of their prehistory undone and severed.
This rest is not a reward,
but only a momentary lapse in your vigilance. Yet it is nonetheless necessary, the will of the divine.
It is understood by you that this is no moment to grow tired,
as the pack soldiers forth behind you, aware of your weariness.
"Siu" they say, seemingly calling out from every corner of the forest.
Is the air more frigid so far from home? Is the passion in your heart burning hotter?
ALLEZ
The cry of the wild beckons forth.
Fight on you must.
ALLEZ
ALLEZ
Your mane is torn and tattered, the chill of your ascent up this unknown land is a visceral sting, but-
you know that Spring has come.
Discord