Deimos
Nature descended and filtered, flickering around their thanks and praise, and the Sword watched as they settled amidst the gathered sentiments. The wryms collected and pulsed and disappeared, the unforeseen melding and molding of the springs, sanctifying all of Halo’s hard work in times of salvation and repose. The springs would be a highlight of those distinctions, of moments where they weren’t scattered upon weaponry and armaments, by angst and melancholy, but pieces gradually built back together.
“We will,” came as a promise, and a smile to the rest of his brethren. With one last breath, they could leave the herald in peace, though likely due to come again before long – with more plans, thoughts, and ideas. “Thank you again, for everything.”
Then they could leave, to spread the news of Halo’s latest fortune.
{FIN <3}
“We will,” came as a promise, and a smile to the rest of his brethren. With one last breath, they could leave the herald in peace, though likely due to come again before long – with more plans, thoughts, and ideas. “Thank you again, for everything.”
Then they could leave, to spread the news of Halo’s latest fortune.
{FIN <3}
we exhume our enemy's bones
we are battling, hungry beasts
we are battling, hungry beasts
