Art by: Elfqueen55
How many had he killed?
He had lost count.
How many close calls, where his life almost ended?
He no longer cared about the numbers.
The only person on his mind was his bondmate.
James Kirk was here, he knew it, he felt it.
A war, with so much bloodshed and no end is sight.
It wasn't their war, but now they had to choice to but to fight.
He felt naked without him, and he felt the cold weakening him.
But to give up, it never crossed his mind.
As long as he could breath and walk or even crawl, he would not stop until James Kirk was found.
That is a warrior's passion.