and the only solution was to stand and fight
Strength came in many different forms; brawn, prowess, potential, convictions, endurance, fortitude, might – it all depended on the individual and their goals. Deimos had always sought out multitudes in those factions, whether it be through persistence and loyalty, strength of his promises, he strived for that each and every day. And for Halo, he wanted the region to be immersed in the quality of its defenses, of its surroundings, to be able to fend off what Caido often prospered and provided.
Chucking the last remaining portion of the log into the sled, he lifted his hair off his neck, tossed it back into a bun as he continued moving. The question made him pause, and he snorted – for there was quite a variety – but the most dangerous would either be their fellow mankind, capable of great damage and destruction in their quest for invasions or subterfuge – or those that had rendered the greatest threat in a short amount of time. “Besides the Family?” He hoped Damien hadn’t ever come across such parasitic individuals, but nonetheless, his mind traced through two wars, fights amidst and against demigods of the Voice’s prowess, and still landed upon one singular outlook. “Dragons.”
He could see Zuriel pinning her ears from the corner of his eye; the memory likely particularly haunting for her as well. “Well before I was ever involved with the monster’s guild – but the leader of the group had a quest, and for some reason we chose to go after a white one for part of it. Had no business doing so.” He shook his head, long strides sweeping along the portions of blended snow and grass, picking up a few spare branches for eventual kindling and placing them amidst the vessel.
Chucking the last remaining portion of the log into the sled, he lifted his hair off his neck, tossed it back into a bun as he continued moving. The question made him pause, and he snorted – for there was quite a variety – but the most dangerous would either be their fellow mankind, capable of great damage and destruction in their quest for invasions or subterfuge – or those that had rendered the greatest threat in a short amount of time. “Besides the Family?” He hoped Damien hadn’t ever come across such parasitic individuals, but nonetheless, his mind traced through two wars, fights amidst and against demigods of the Voice’s prowess, and still landed upon one singular outlook. “Dragons.”
He could see Zuriel pinning her ears from the corner of his eye; the memory likely particularly haunting for her as well. “Well before I was ever involved with the monster’s guild – but the leader of the group had a quest, and for some reason we chose to go after a white one for part of it. Had no business doing so.” He shook his head, long strides sweeping along the portions of blended snow and grass, picking up a few spare branches for eventual kindling and placing them amidst the vessel.
DEIMOS
