http://wolfofmars.webs.com/Finalla.png [B]Finnala[/b] [I]Warlock · Human · Female[/I] http://wolfofmars.webs.com/FinnalaF.png Subclass: [I]Voidwalker[/i] Weapon Specialty: [I]Hand Cannon, Machine Gun[/I] Fireteam: [I]Tormod, Weyloran[/I] Age: [b]Mid-Twenties[/b] Pre-Resurrection Era: [b]17th Century, AD, Earth[/b] [url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Community/Detail?itemId=217999877]Creations Link[/url] [I]Excerpt[/I] [Spoiler] None of them thought the Traveler could actually fall, so when it did it they were helpless and unprepared. It crumbled over the city, filling the air with debris and smoke. The Jade Rabbit Festival gave way to the day the Traveler fell, they woke early to a strange feeling in the air, and within hours the City had been evacuated. Whatever it was, it was a monster. Eliksni flesh pierced with Vex technology, a glowing orb nestled its chest. They didn't stand a chance against it. The bruise on Finnala's cheek was brilliant purple and black, her helmet shattered from the impact in the battle against the creature. But this time they knew where it was going, so he kissed her goodbye and set out with Weyloran to scope out the area and see exactly what they were dealing with. They found where it kept the lost Light of the Traveler and tried to figure out how they could take it back. And when he got back to blood on the floor and the door swinging on broken hinges, all he knew was dread. He found Tormod outside the City in the mountains peppered with the early rise of snow. The river cut down the mountain all around them where her blood had drained to. Tormod stood over her, red on his hands, her Ghost in his palm; standing over her like a boy proud of his first kill. [/spoiler] [url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Forums/Post/206604670]Iron Wolves Master Thread[/url] [url=https://www.wolfofmars.webs.com]My Website[/url]