and the only solution was to stand and fight
He lifted his face into the vibrant, chilling wind entangled through the Leafchange atmosphere; content with the cold, the might, the bite of it all. The trepidation that had filled in the bounty of his shoulders over the past years sauntered away in lieu of repose and everything else his region required; a liberation across multitudes in his mind. Without the Family pressing in, there was now time to commit to the everyday minutiae, the needs and wants of Halo and its citizens. Age-old purpose strewn along his strides, the notions scarcely mattered – they had a few weeks of the season left before the Tundra turned far more than inhospitable, leaving them with a limited timeframe of hunting and gathering.
With companions in tow, both unicorn and peryton, he made his way over to the Greenwing, pulling the sled behind him, figuring they’d end up filling the vessel with either timber or eventual food, if not all those particulars. A simple forward motion of his jaw sent the winged deer flying, scattering into the sky, on the lookout for any animals meandering below while the Sword and Zuriel threaded their way towards fallen logs.
With companions in tow, both unicorn and peryton, he made his way over to the Greenwing, pulling the sled behind him, figuring they’d end up filling the vessel with either timber or eventual food, if not all those particulars. A simple forward motion of his jaw sent the winged deer flying, scattering into the sky, on the lookout for any animals meandering below while the Sword and Zuriel threaded their way towards fallen logs.
DEIMOS
