DEIMOS
what tried to destroy you
didn't have the strength
didn't have the strength
A hunter; a normal occupation for Halo. He nodded, inclining the slightest of smiles. “Ah, then you must know Sah.” Considering the Abandoned had been attempting to make a name for himself in the same realm – and the amount of tracking animals they’d already done. Providing food for the rest of the inhabitants of the icy world was just one proportion of the day. Noah, pre-Wardening, likely went without saying.
Distracted momentarily by the notions of…not baking pumpkin, the Sword wound the gourd in his hands around lightly in the air for a second, pausing to orchestrate, create, a basket between his palms. At the very least, if they caught enough, they’d need a container to hold the wares within. Thereafter, he plopped the wriggling beast into its newest confinement, listening to it grumble without much of a care. Belial chirped again, completely and thoroughly amused, poking at the ends of the newly woven proportions, while Deimos meandered on. “Missing out. Bread. Scones too.”
Distracted momentarily by the notions of…not baking pumpkin, the Sword wound the gourd in his hands around lightly in the air for a second, pausing to orchestrate, create, a basket between his palms. At the very least, if they caught enough, they’d need a container to hold the wares within. Thereafter, he plopped the wriggling beast into its newest confinement, listening to it grumble without much of a care. Belial chirped again, completely and thoroughly amused, poking at the ends of the newly woven proportions, while Deimos meandered on. “Missing out. Bread. Scones too.”
still you stand
sturdy and smelling of smoke
sturdy and smelling of smoke
