Stepping Down

The War Chief's head hangs low, his shoulders dipped. He pulls the mask from his face, resting it on the table besides a note.

"[i]There comes a time where a Murka must find who he really is, and a War Chief I can no longer be.
My life has value know, I have my zizu and I must dedicate myself to her and the family we plan to make together. I am no use if I am dead. Am I?

Vil'zin Firesoul, of The War Tribe."


He exists the tent, fading into the evening.