who we are and all that we're trying to be
It would be difficult to break away from responsibilities for a time – the guilt might eat at him for not being here - but then again, if anyone begrudged them of taking moments for themselves, perhaps the offenders would be willing to step up for a change. And while not a dreamer by any means, the notions of faith instilled made his heart less decrepit and decayed. By sheer determination, grit, mettle, and will he’d simply strive for those opportunities.
His paws scraped into the earth again, dirt under claws, the weight of movement and motion a worthy distraction (and then again – something like raw amusement, threatening to brim and brew over the armaments of everything else). Slightly at Kiada’s expense, and any pending taunting, the beast snorted, hallowed enough to sound like a barking laugh. The Harpy had always snagged what she wanted – sometimes without a need for any long-lasting plots.
Twice. Another feral, dog-like shrug wound its way through his shoulders, while he grabbed hold of some chives, shaking them around in his fanged grasp, listening to the fronds whip around in the wind. Chulane is Attuned, met him first while he was a leopard. A slight canine arch coiled along his brow, indicating similarities between Shield and Kiada’s chosen. Then when they came through the portal. Seemed decent. Holds a council position in Halo.
It takes dying to know
How to live as ghosts
