this is the reckoning
Deimos would grant any permission needed to unfurl a bonfire of such heights in Halo for Nina, so long as it wasn’t near any buildings; but gave a very canine smile of approval at the thought. Shifting easily, and allowing his long strides to carry both Erebos and the sudden grouping of people into the market portion, he set his senses on the glorious aromas intermingling through hordes of crowds and stalls. Nose pointing upwards, striving to grab any semblance available, he veered to the left, loping along so everyone could stay together instead of the impulse and inclination to race off and be the first in line.
Finally, amidst the center, he’d pinpointed along a kiosk full of a variety of meats, catered to specifically burgers, with a whole assemblage of spices, toppings, and options – figuring Erebos, given the Ignatius dietary habits of never being picky, would be able to find something he liked too. Granting a light bark, he pointed his nose at the top choice on the menu board.
Finally, amidst the center, he’d pinpointed along a kiosk full of a variety of meats, catered to specifically burgers, with a whole assemblage of spices, toppings, and options – figuring Erebos, given the Ignatius dietary habits of never being picky, would be able to find something he liked too. Granting a light bark, he pointed his nose at the top choice on the menu board.
DEIMOS
