the wild screaming weight

Time has stopped before us The sky cannot ignore us Dragons in Halo were a usual risk; this one in particular, however, was well known to him, and so he pushed down the sudden inclinations of risk and ruin. He took a long, slow breath regardless as he wound over brooks and streams, giving himself a moment to disregard the usual instincts when it came to the flying lizards. For his part, the Flood seemed wholly unbothered, and so Deimos took the same regard; nonchalant, calm, stoic, even if his form couldn’t be still or silent. Sunjata. What brings you out this way? Perhaps one more round over mountains and valleys before turning for home, without Deepfrost’s lingering pulse making its way through the thickets. It was a much more innocent thought that the Sword would normally grant, but he was going to deliver something else that would likely cause some semblance of a stir to the demigod. I did have a chance to speak to Ru. A blunt edge, but with no weapons braced or extended towards the Archon. Just a statement of simple fact – calm, without prejudice or malice – waiting to gauge the reaction. the Resurrected Sword No one can separate us For we are all that is left