NOAH
Noah was brought back to earth by Deimos' humility. He acknowledged his strength and prowess without beaming beneath Noah's amazement. It made the hunter smile. "That is a perfect plan." It would be a long trek, but it would be monumentally easier with the sleigh than it would be for the men to take the ursur back by hand, dragging it back to the Citadel.
Unsheathing a knife from the belt around his waist, Noah turned and set to work on the ursurs. They both needed gutting. Noah worked swiftly and skillfully, cutting into the body cavity of the smaller of the two beasts to start. He cut away at fat and sinew until he was at the organs. He disposed of what needed to be disposed of but left the heart and the liver inside. "Have you killed ursur before?" Noah asked as he worked. It was Halovian tradition that your first ursur kill required something -- eating part of its heart. "It's said in legend that if you eat part of the heart of your first ursur kill you will gain it's strength."
i'd fashioned my own cross
been crushed by its weight
there's no stronger message
than dirt in your face
been crushed by its weight
there's no stronger message
than dirt in your face
