Noah
As his eyes flicked around, the demigod quickly took in stock of the house. It was smaller than Sah’s last home, but newer and more equipped with the growing amenities that were becoming normal in Halo. Even with the threat of the void on their heels, the frozen city continued to advance — a testimony to the people’s hardy nature and steadfast souls.
Sighing again, he uttered a simple ”Okay.” Then, Noah moved across the new house, settling to sit at Sah’s counter. He felt just as welcome in this home as he had in the once-wolf’s previous, and settled in just as quickly. Resting his elbows on the wooden countertop, Noah rubbed his face with both of his large, rough hands. His fingertips were slightly wet with tears as his hands laced together and he rested his chin against his thumbs. ”What else have I missed?”
Sighing again, he uttered a simple ”Okay.” Then, Noah moved across the new house, settling to sit at Sah’s counter. He felt just as welcome in this home as he had in the once-wolf’s previous, and settled in just as quickly. Resting his elbows on the wooden countertop, Noah rubbed his face with both of his large, rough hands. His fingertips were slightly wet with tears as his hands laced together and he rested his chin against his thumbs. ”What else have I missed?”
Am I a prisoner to instincts or do my thoughts just live as free
And detached as boats to the dock?
And detached as boats to the dock?
