I've embraced the torch passed to me
owned what I've been called to be
The disc is a familiar presence in her hand now - a hand that’s bled silvery fluid on more than one occasion as she practiced the aiming and the catching, the amount of strength needed (and how much is way, way too much) to go so far, and so on and so forth. She just needs a little more time, a little more of a challenge than hurling it at animals, callous as that kind of practice may be. Wessex wants the slickness of ice, the blinding light of the sun on snow, the ferocity of certain Halovians -
Maybe there would be sparring takers here in Halo - there didn’t seem to be any in the Grounds - which leads the Wraith to idly wander the streets of the Citadel, tossing her discus up and down until she either spots someone who looks ready for a fight - or they spot her.
Maybe there would be sparring takers here in Halo - there didn’t seem to be any in the Grounds - which leads the Wraith to idly wander the streets of the Citadel, tossing her discus up and down until she either spots someone who looks ready for a fight - or they spot her.
full tilt,
hello destiny
WESSEX
