Hideaway Strath Machinery

It had not been long since her last home had gone to pieces. The fighting had been a massacre, chaos and a mess. War had fought her way through the battlefield to return home, only to find no one there. Her mind had let her linger on her old home, she left as soon as she knew it was over. There was nothing left there for her, no one, nothing and freedom wasn’t an option. She was not accustomed to this free roaming, she had been trained, combed her entire life to become a machine – and a machine she was.

She traveled to the west and without knowing it she had reached new territories. She didn’t speak much to anyone, didn’t do anything but survive. She needed a purpose, a fight, a master of machines, someone who could fix the broken parts of the machinery. War had never changed in her life, she knew nothing but the fight, the blood the cold sweat of the nights when it came to haunt her. She was broken without knowing it.

She had passed up a few places that had marked a territory, but it didn’t feel quite right yet. It wasn’t until she reached a valley that something about it resonated with her. She sniffed the border and the strong scent told her that this place was clearly not for outsiders. She had not come across a scent this strong in a while and she liked it.

War did notice the skeletons. Huge, looming and a warning. Her ears flickered lightly, and she knew. This was the place she needed this was the grandmaster of machines. She howled. Deep and long, she howled to announce her presence. War did not sit but stood waiting, her massive body looming as the sun behind her dragged her shadow across the land, towering over the skeleton of the slain wolves by the borders. She didn’t feel afraid, nor terrified, she felt a purpose coming, a sense of thrill for the things awaiting her. The chaos was over now, the war of acceptance was starting. She knew war. She knew this.

Let the battle begin.