Dawnlark Plains When I look Into Your Eyes

"A real warchief?" Dwin excalimed jovially, because she had spent the better part of her childhood pretending to be a tank (in a figurative sense - she barged on and nothing could stop her, if they were, they got trampled) and playing out various scenarios of either being ambushed and breaking out or sneaking up on unsuspecting enemies (usually the adult figures in her life, who did not know that they were part of the game, until a small set of needle sharp teeth grabbed them by the ankle). Learning that warchiefs were not just figures in stories long past, but living and breathing right now, was an amazing discovery. "Wow - how did he become one? Did he go to many wars to prove his worth? Have you been in war?" she shot questions one after another like a machine gun does bullets. And she was far from finished. 

"A poisoner and a zombie too? I knew this day would be lucky!" she went on. World had a lot of miracles in store. "What happened to you? Why should you be dead many times over?"