Deimos the Reaper master of nothing place, of recoil and grace Zuriel had seen her chance and taken it, devious and amused, leaning into the pats until her muzzle could get just close enough to the top of his head, before her teeth went to sink into onyx hair, tugging, a collective bemusement settling into her accord. Deimos withheld a sigh, but didn’t tell her to cease and desist, eyes flickering back to Adam’s forming basket, the woven threads taut and quick, a snort rumbling through his chest. The Sword unfurled his own determination once more, finishing the handles, ensuring they were a frigid archetype, mountain glory, ridged and lined with glacial expanse and icy endeavors, etched and sketched with summit lines and cavern walls – pieces and portions of worlds long since gone. Even Halo didn’t contain their echoes, their nuances, their voids – similar, but incomplete, the range of nostalgia and rancor driving apart collective awe. |
[seasonal event] wasted faith
Open Basket Making! |
the Resurrected Sword
Warden of Halo / Guildmaster ✓
Age: 34 | Height: 6'4" | Race: Hybrid | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Halo Level: 14 - Strg: 74 - Dext: 74 - Endr: 75 - Luck: 80 - Int: 3 BELIAL - Mythical - Peryton (Blend) ZURIEL - Mythical - Unicorn (Healing)
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