Mess with the Battalion, and you will feel my wrath.
Daemeon has always wandered this earth, be it in the body he currently hosts or a different one. Reborn, over and over and over, never finding a life of peace.... However, there is one thing he is sure of: His Battalion will never die. Daemeon started out life rather rough, a pup without a mother and a father who cared little for him. He went through six months of abuse from the old brute, before he finally left at at an age old enough to hunt. Years of failure and futility led him to eventually joining a pack that believed in him. However, he grew distant among their ranks after just being with them a few short years. He left, taking his mate with him. He founded his own pack, the Dark Battalion. And though there were trials and tribulations to be had, it survived through even the roughest of times. Perhaps it was due to iron will alone that ensured its survival, but he has always come back to lead the ranks of the Battalion. Fierce, loyal, and sometimes tender, Daemeon's spirit never dies. It will always live on in the hearts of his Battalion.
