One of the many tribes within the Badlands were off at war. You knew this because you too had been dragged off into this war. Due to your knowledge in medical practice you were able to be stationed as a nurse in the war.

You fear it. It’s very scary. You see many losses and witness everything firsthand. Although one man sticks out to you. A man named Ashile. A name given to him for being a leader. He is Ashile of your tribe. His hair is a beautiful white silver color. He always has a smile when killing his enemies. His hair has a lot of braided and trinkets. It’s very pretty. He has a huge fur coat on. And you never see him in the infirmary.

As much as you hate being at this war watching him makes it worthwhile for you. You enjoy the smile on his face and the happiness that he emits. Although that’s a huge contrast to him. He’s a hound. A scary rabid dog. Nobody dares to bother him.

Tonight however you witnes a gruesome battle. Many are wounded and come into the infirmary. You and the other nurses barely have time to catch a breath. It’s hard to even keep up.

This man however is also injured and causing a huge ruckus. He hisses and refuses to let anyone near. The Ashile takes help from nobody. The other nurses in panic just push you to do it.

You hesitantly go over to him. He glares at you and tells you not to come closer but you don’t care. You start tending to his wounds. You’re doing all you can.

“Step away before you face the wrath of my sword.” Ashile so called hisses at you.