DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
Moments of repose, water shared, and then he dug around in his satchel for a few pieces of dried meat from storage, tossing them over to the lion. The lava waited nearby, no change or alteration in that stance, but at least some portion of strength could be renewed, revitalized, on this coursing, irritating plain and venture.
He arched a brow at the growl – and gave no indication on his thoughts on the matter. Ordinarily, in another time, another place, he wouldn’t have been affected – an impassive, neutral relic, standing on the sidelines, protecting his own, waiting for some other eventuality to take place, hone them in the right direction. Without discussing anything further, without knowing any of these Order conditions or people, he had very little to go off of – but he did have friends amongst and amidst the Ascended, which only made the details that much murkier.
And he’d lived through four wars already between two lifetimes. It was nearly routine.
“Best be prepared when the time comes then.” Which indicated either Halo itself, Loren’s family, or anything else in between. Perhaps it wouldn’t come to fruition. Perhaps it would ignite. Perhaps they’d have to choose sides, and the world would erupt into chaos. Another pattern to these moments – sanctuary and shelter so infrequent.
He arched a brow at the growl – and gave no indication on his thoughts on the matter. Ordinarily, in another time, another place, he wouldn’t have been affected – an impassive, neutral relic, standing on the sidelines, protecting his own, waiting for some other eventuality to take place, hone them in the right direction. Without discussing anything further, without knowing any of these Order conditions or people, he had very little to go off of – but he did have friends amongst and amidst the Ascended, which only made the details that much murkier.
And he’d lived through four wars already between two lifetimes. It was nearly routine.
“Best be prepared when the time comes then.” Which indicated either Halo itself, Loren’s family, or anything else in between. Perhaps it wouldn’t come to fruition. Perhaps it would ignite. Perhaps they’d have to choose sides, and the world would erupt into chaos. Another pattern to these moments – sanctuary and shelter so infrequent.
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
