// we haven't won, and if we win, //
Making a point to ignore the fire that blasts behind them from the woman at his side, he seems to genuinely think about where they could be buried – before he huffs a small snort, because the lands and regions had shifted over the centuries, if he had to guess? It was a place they both couldn’t go. “Somewhere in Halo, if I had to figure it out.” He lets the soft chuckle escape him, warming up a touch at the idea of it. “Alas, they are safe for another few centuries.” Comes the less vibrant but still playful dramatics he was known for.
One that remains as his gaze slides back toward her and he pauses in his steps to let his smile brighten as he speaks about Danta. While the memories weren’t great, it was nice to have that familiarity, even if they both had their breakdowns from time to time about the things they endured. “Would you believe me if I told you we had a few years where we often attempted to kill one another?” He asks, raising a brow toward her with the amusement growing in his face.
“He does, yes. It is part of the reason we’re so close now. Communication is quite vital, it seems.” And, because he doesn’t know if she knows it or not, but he inclines his head toward her with a slightly brighter smile. “His main shift is a gore crow, and his companion is a crow as well. So, while I have had my surprises of course, it has been an experience. I thought that I could attempt to become accustomed on my own, but it is slower than I had hoped and I have become increasingly more.. mm, dangerous, on those particular nights.” He admits with a flicker of regret before he straightens up. “So, in order to finish my quest, I must stay a night in the Climb where it all took place, I must peacefully encounter a gore crow and obtain its feathers, train within the presence of a murder of them, and lastly I must satisfy my bloodlust on one.” Which, now that he lists it out, means he’s in for quite some time of trauma until it’s alleviated with Dygra’s help.
One that remains as his gaze slides back toward her and he pauses in his steps to let his smile brighten as he speaks about Danta. While the memories weren’t great, it was nice to have that familiarity, even if they both had their breakdowns from time to time about the things they endured. “Would you believe me if I told you we had a few years where we often attempted to kill one another?” He asks, raising a brow toward her with the amusement growing in his face.
“He does, yes. It is part of the reason we’re so close now. Communication is quite vital, it seems.” And, because he doesn’t know if she knows it or not, but he inclines his head toward her with a slightly brighter smile. “His main shift is a gore crow, and his companion is a crow as well. So, while I have had my surprises of course, it has been an experience. I thought that I could attempt to become accustomed on my own, but it is slower than I had hoped and I have become increasingly more.. mm, dangerous, on those particular nights.” He admits with a flicker of regret before he straightens up. “So, in order to finish my quest, I must stay a night in the Climb where it all took place, I must peacefully encounter a gore crow and obtain its feathers, train within the presence of a murder of them, and lastly I must satisfy my bloodlust on one.” Which, now that he lists it out, means he’s in for quite some time of trauma until it’s alleviated with Dygra’s help.
Astaroth
// and if the morning light sets in, we've cheated fate again //
