NOAH
Deimos seemed to absorb everything Noah had to say, adding it to a knowing that permeated between them. Noah didn't quite understand it, but wherever Deimos came from must be so similar to the lands of Halo that the tundra brought him back. He moved with calculated, experienced steps. Noah did not have to change his normal pace at all. More things to appreciate about the general.
"My typical game is luxere." He responded, adjusting his parka some as they walked. The hunter stopped for a second, turning towards Deimos. "There are a few more deer type creatures that you can get once and a while, but luxere seems to be the most bountiful." Bountiful, in relation to this place, at least. That word might not be something that everyone would choose to use, though. "I've been tracking a small herd for a few weeks, now. I think we might pop up on some of them around this bend," He gestured to their left, where a patch of snow-blown ice curled around a rather large rock formation. They were downwind of the creatures, who Noah hoped were soaking up the last bits of sun just on the other side of the rocks.
i'd fashioned my own cross
been crushed by its weight
there's no stronger message
than dirt in your face
been crushed by its weight
there's no stronger message
than dirt in your face
