Deimos
“Should be plenty of them around.” Easily done and dealt with, her circumstances not extenuating. No matter how often Belial snatched and clawed at them, the birds were a plentiful lot; stupefying and defeating the odds when one considered the struggles of survival. Perhaps they simply remained within Halo on whims, caprice, and rampant population counts – continuing to feed multitudes of predators and people within the Citadel. “Easy to store and take home too,” though he considered thoughtfully, as he swirled the utensil around some more, catching at the eggs and watching them resolve into scrambled bits. “Will you be able to carry something cold?”
His brows furrowed, contemplating how many layers he’d have to contort amongst and amidst gloves. The other portions of hunting down live flora had been relatively simple, but they had taken the structure from its habitat, alive and whole, rather than something butchered.
His brows furrowed, contemplating how many layers he’d have to contort amongst and amidst gloves. The other portions of hunting down live flora had been relatively simple, but they had taken the structure from its habitat, alive and whole, rather than something butchered.
it's not the waking, it's the rising
It's the fire it ignites
It's the fire it ignites
