everything I let go
Ursurs, while not as potent as white dragons, were something to be feared in Halo. Despite hearing endless stories of individuals conquering them, there were still the tales filling his mother’s medic halls – of those who had tried to escape or evade the tusked bears, and hadn’t lived to tell the tale. Or been horrendously, horribly wounded, gouged beyond recognition. So he nodded at the statement, half-bothered he hadn’t been able to see it for himself (just for the awe of it), and half-content, grateful, he hadn’t been in its sights.
“Okay,” he uttered with another nod; eyes flickering back up at the sky. It would be flying home after this, companions in tow, taking the safer approach into landing amidst the lit-up Citadel and its fires, its protective walls, its might and legacy. For now, he could appreciate the rest of the stillness and the stars, when things weren’t broken up by dangerous, treacherous outsets. Taking the remaining vessel, he watched his father fill up the other container, striving to make his choice.
“Okay,” he uttered with another nod; eyes flickering back up at the sky. It would be flying home after this, companions in tow, taking the safer approach into landing amidst the lit-up Citadel and its fires, its protective walls, its might and legacy. For now, he could appreciate the rest of the stillness and the stars, when things weren’t broken up by dangerous, treacherous outsets. Taking the remaining vessel, he watched his father fill up the other container, striving to make his choice.
Erebos
has claw marks on it
