I carried my own ashes to the mountains
Finishing off the pastry, Deimos dusted his hands off and snorted at Iskra’s comment. “You must have missed the memory snow dinosaurs then,” at which he rolled his eyes – the distinction still clear as day in his mind and the rambling assaults upon the Citadel. Courtesy of rambling, frozen, primordial creatures (not the first nor the last, but certainly enough inspiration between wars and mishaps to warrant much of Halo’s defenses).
Zuriel, her work done, snorted when she wasn’t granted any thanks or gratitude from the youth, raising her head in a seditious manner, before flicking her tail and heading back towards Deimos. The Warden arched a brow, but kept his focus away from the mare’s disdain, and more on the matter at hand. Deciding he’d shift, he settled into his hellhound form and took several churns of the area, permitting the fiery stomp of his paws to meld and burst into the grime.
Iskra ’s flames worked through the portions, scalding, bubbling, and brewing over the mud. More than once little shrieks could be heard – but Marcus found himself with a more pressing issue. As he dismantled the strange substance, it opted to reform around him, and began to surround him from all sides, obnoxiously clinging to his boots.
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About half of the memory mud in the area is gone, but Marcus is “surrounded” by the muck.
Zuriel, her work done, snorted when she wasn’t granted any thanks or gratitude from the youth, raising her head in a seditious manner, before flicking her tail and heading back towards Deimos. The Warden arched a brow, but kept his focus away from the mare’s disdain, and more on the matter at hand. Deciding he’d shift, he settled into his hellhound form and took several churns of the area, permitting the fiery stomp of his paws to meld and burst into the grime.
Iskra ’s flames worked through the portions, scalding, bubbling, and brewing over the mud. More than once little shrieks could be heard – but Marcus found himself with a more pressing issue. As he dismantled the strange substance, it opted to reform around him, and began to surround him from all sides, obnoxiously clinging to his boots.
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About half of the memory mud in the area is gone, but Marcus is “surrounded” by the muck.
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