Deimos
before bones, before dirt, before even light
this is who we were
The barracks were a comfortable enterprise amidst the glory of battle and defense. He knew each stone, recruit, target, and climbing proportions; the intricacies and balance of the fortification, the ramifications of their design. The office was his favorite, the den another branch of home, the wealth of knowledge and notation derived in the quick, known, movements of his soldiers and warriors. And perhaps, after returning from brief moments in Stormbreak, he simply needed to enjoy the expertise of what Halo had long since cultivated.this is who we were
They were all unfurling their magic today – an unwinding opportunity in the back portion of the grounds, where there were no ceilings or walls, a wide-open expanse to unravel and unleash. One by one they clashed in elemental displays, and he watched, surveyed, examined, and scrutinized, as lightning flashed and fire reigned and soldiers hastened to distract and intercede with one another. Jests and gestures, camaraderie and exchanges, blows for blows, until ultimately it was his turn.
He watched as most stepped back and he snorted, shaking his head, before proceeding in snagging at the water flowing through his veins. It rose like a giant wave, flickering in all directions, ready and eager, fervent and capable, of receiving its next challenger.
this untamable expanse
churning proof that we have always been deep, restless souls
churning proof that we have always been deep, restless souls
