Tall and broad shouldered, dark skinned and with hair the color of steel, holding a metallic sheen not usually found in most humans, Hadama cast about for the scent that he had caught. It was colder than Deepfrost, that smell, an aroma that promised death to any foolish enough to get too close. Nevertheless he followed it to its source, stalking slowly but with calm purpose through the snow until a small carpet of the chilling blooms came into view around a jumble of rocks.
Flowers... and a man. Hadama paused, considering the snow-goggled man crouching in the lea of the stones, and planted his trident - a creation of starlight, coral, and gold, out of place in Halo's frozen mountains (or what was left of them) - beside him. His expression was neutral, a natural poker face of stoic serenity with neither fear nor aggression in his bearing but only a calm confidence in his strength as he faced the... Halovian? man before him who was so near to the flowers at hand.
"Are you also hunting them for your region?" His voice was a low rumble like distant thunder on the horizon as he gestured to the frostblooms with the butt of his weapon. For all his confidence, however, he did not pause to remove his strange pack just yet.
Flowers... and a man. Hadama paused, considering the snow-goggled man crouching in the lea of the stones, and planted his trident - a creation of starlight, coral, and gold, out of place in Halo's frozen mountains (or what was left of them) - beside him. His expression was neutral, a natural poker face of stoic serenity with neither fear nor aggression in his bearing but only a calm confidence in his strength as he faced the... Halovian? man before him who was so near to the flowers at hand.
"Are you also hunting them for your region?" His voice was a low rumble like distant thunder on the horizon as he gestured to the frostblooms with the butt of his weapon. For all his confidence, however, he did not pause to remove his strange pack just yet.
