Rage, maybe rage would lift me up
The General had been correct and astute in his observations, judging by the surprise and bewilderment funneling back to him. He suppressed a snort, for it would do no good along the water’s edges, and watched the great beast descend, straight into the sea.
He had half an inclination to wonder what it was like as the massive winged lizard, as some massive, potent being, as something with a stigma already attached to it in the back of both of their minds; regarding caves, regarding friends, regarding parallels of frozen companions lodged and lost. But based on the bizarre, nearly amiable state of the impending conversation (a rarity; given their predilections towards one another and all the other life-altering events), the Sword opted not to press the blade in already.
The seal was new, had crawled into the segments of ichor, skin, flesh, and bone only recently, along with other disastrous semblances he’d yet to discover. Yes was the foremost conclusion, shortened neck gazing downward at the rest of the fins draped from his hide. I am not certain. Leopard, perhaps. There’d been traces of them along the Arctic seas, along the emboldened cold; maybe that was where his mind had sharpened, grasped, and tethered lines to their existence. I am here to fish. As if to waylay the notion that there was anything else sinister, machinating, or calculating from the void, and then he’d sojourn back through portals with his catch, so Halo would be provided with some other sustenance in the upcoming months.
He had half an inclination to wonder what it was like as the massive winged lizard, as some massive, potent being, as something with a stigma already attached to it in the back of both of their minds; regarding caves, regarding friends, regarding parallels of frozen companions lodged and lost. But based on the bizarre, nearly amiable state of the impending conversation (a rarity; given their predilections towards one another and all the other life-altering events), the Sword opted not to press the blade in already.
The seal was new, had crawled into the segments of ichor, skin, flesh, and bone only recently, along with other disastrous semblances he’d yet to discover. Yes was the foremost conclusion, shortened neck gazing downward at the rest of the fins draped from his hide. I am not certain. Leopard, perhaps. There’d been traces of them along the Arctic seas, along the emboldened cold; maybe that was where his mind had sharpened, grasped, and tethered lines to their existence. I am here to fish. As if to waylay the notion that there was anything else sinister, machinating, or calculating from the void, and then he’d sojourn back through portals with his catch, so Halo would be provided with some other sustenance in the upcoming months.
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