who we are and all that we're trying to be
Best to remain amongst his responsibilities while he still had them, the beast ventured out, beyond the city gates, beyond the Citadel’s walls, presuming Sah was behind him. Too distracted to be truly contained, especially in Halo’s clutches and the barracks, the beast intended to settle himself amidst the endless fields of ivory – blinding, beseeching, wide open plains that could handle an incoming barrage. Better suited to applications and exercises from the inexperienced and veteran magic users alike.
Upon finding a decent spot, far enough that the landscape of the buildings were still visible but not at risk for his assault (the thought was instantly ironic, and he churned it back into his ribcage), and the Fangs were off in the expanse, he eventually turned to the younger man. “This will be a good location for you to train.” No one for miles, save for a stray ningo too numb to wander back into the confines of a more hospitable venue. Nothing to mutilate and damage. And if he required a target at all, Deimos could simply create one. “Have you been practicing?”
It takes dying to know
How to live as ghosts
