He would call to his daughter by his battle-sister; not because he ever had faith in his multitude of children (he never did, weren’t they all eternal disappointments - even the pink one and the vampyre one?), but because she was Grimmy dearest’s daughter and if there was ever one to find Gail, it might be her.
If she had an iota of her dam’s strength, it might be enough.
She wasn’t lazy, that’s for sure.
The warrior-General hears his voice, and something in her stirs, rising foolishly to the occasion. She does not know it is her sire who calls (she’s never heard his voice, never seen his face, only known him for the dark god in childhood dreams), or that his mind-voice once drove her dam insane. Only that like calls to like - and besides, what has she to fear? She is the General of the Amazons. She is Immortal.
She is nothing compared to him and his magic.
But oh, how she yearns for more power.
“I will,” she says, and then says no more, simply waiting.
If she had an iota of her dam’s strength, it might be enough.
She wasn’t lazy, that’s for sure.
The warrior-General hears his voice, and something in her stirs, rising foolishly to the occasion. She does not know it is her sire who calls (she’s never heard his voice, never seen his face, only known him for the dark god in childhood dreams), or that his mind-voice once drove her dam insane. Only that like calls to like - and besides, what has she to fear? She is the General of the Amazons. She is Immortal.
She is nothing compared to him and his magic.
But oh, how she yearns for more power.
“I will,” she says, and then says no more, simply waiting.