There is always a fault line.
An invisible flaw that isn't noticeable until an earthquake shakes things up.
Warriors aren't born - they are made in the heat of battles they've been drafted into; battles they would rather not be engaged in … yet find themselves in when war breaks out around them.
Warriors long for peace.
Warriors would love to hang up the sword, and catch a break between battles.
Warriors do not fit snuggly into gender boxes; History is full of women warriors.
Warriors are not lone wolves.
Warriors are often solitary souls - they deal with so much noise and chaos during a raging battle, that they hunger for solitude.
Warriors never truly [retire]: there is always a wildfire raging on a new battlefield.
Warriors are called into action when ego's ignite wildfires that lead to battles on otherwise pastoral fields.
Warriors never seem to have a "Home".
There is always a fault line.
An invisible flaw that isn't noticeable until an earthquake shakes things up.
