Blacktail Deer Plateau I'll fight the world like ten thousand soldiers

He chuckled as well. "Yet torn down by their own power struggles. Amazing how even the strongest can fall from within like that." One would think his family would have taken that as a precautionary tale. No such luck. "Not terrible at all. I'm glad you feel that way." He hadn't doubted it, for she had never made him feel unwelcome, but the words were appreciated anyway. Sometimes it was nice to hear things spoken. "I feel the same."

"It is said that at times she will take the form of a silver doe, under the moonlight, and to lay eyes upon her is good luck for the hunter. But beware they who try to chase her down, for they will earn her wrath." Dante laughed. "Though who would try to take such a beautiful creature is beyond me." His father had preferred the omens of war and tales of conquest, but Dante enjoyed the lighter tales of fortunate hunts and heroic quests. Those were the ones that he remembered most.