We are all stardust
Zen needed a break from the crowded Citadel. Halo was proving to be a fascinating region, filled with eccentric but genuine people. He quite liked it. Even so, the noise was a bit much compared to the quiet hum of stars that he was used to. The Demi-god had procured a few throwing knives and decided that a bit of target practice was just what he needed.
Entering the Greenwing, he navigated through the trees, ducking lower branches and listening to the sounds of the forest. Zen soon stumbled upon a break in the trees, beside a rushing creek. It's melodic and consistent sound was just what he needed. Taking out three of his knives, he placed then down on a stone and chose a tree a few meters away. With his first knife in hand, the Demi-good took aim. He wasn't sure what he was doing, simply mimicking what he'd seen a solider do as he passed the barracks.
As he aimed for the tree's center and threw the blade, it hit the tree. But the hilt was what connected the instead of sticking, the knife fell to the ground. Reaching for the next knife, Zen twirled it, trying to figure out how to adjust his grip.
Noah
Entering the Greenwing, he navigated through the trees, ducking lower branches and listening to the sounds of the forest. Zen soon stumbled upon a break in the trees, beside a rushing creek. It's melodic and consistent sound was just what he needed. Taking out three of his knives, he placed then down on a stone and chose a tree a few meters away. With his first knife in hand, the Demi-good took aim. He wasn't sure what he was doing, simply mimicking what he'd seen a solider do as he passed the barracks.
As he aimed for the tree's center and threw the blade, it hit the tree. But the hilt was what connected the instead of sticking, the knife fell to the ground. Reaching for the next knife, Zen twirled it, trying to figure out how to adjust his grip.
Noah
Reflections of the cosmos and the passage of time
Zenith
