a silent film he'd watched a thousand times before
The wind over Halo ran thin and sharp, skimming ice and stone in restless currents. Marcus rode it in silence, wings spread wide, feathers locked against the cold. He was on his way to meet Deimos and the rest of the task force. He was glad this band of hunters didn’t include his father. He wasn’t sure he would be able to keep as level of a head if Noah was missing.
He circled, tightening his spiral to land once he saw Deimos hulking figure. His cry split the air, sharp and carrying. Im here. he announced over the bond, cerulean eyes focusing on the warden.
Marcus arrives with what is on his profile.
He circled, tightening his spiral to land once he saw Deimos hulking figure. His cry split the air, sharp and carrying. Im here. he announced over the bond, cerulean eyes focusing on the warden.
Marcus arrives with what is on his profile.
marcus olson
