Deimos
life shivers, melts, moves on
the pain says I have come for you
the pain says I have come for you
Cutting away portions of the pelt, separating sinew and flesh from the rest of the bear, was easy compared to the range of emotions flickering away from the courier. The General almost sighed; having not intended to invoke any of the other traumas associated with ursur – though they seemed to have a gallows reputation with almost all Halovian citizens. Eyes downcast and concentrating on efforts, he shrugged his shoulders, aiming to alleviate whatever mire was brooding in the sanction of the youth – the Sword already over the sulking. “You do not have to.” No harm, no shame, no pride lost, in taking others to assist. Wasn’t that why Deimos had been there in the first place? To ensure there was no rapid loss, no death, no demolition, save for the bear itself? There’d been compatriots and comrades in the middle of wars, battles, and skirmishes, to ensure numbers returned – so the monolith wasn’t certain where this bizarre line of self-consciousness was coming from, but he wasn’t about to listen to it much longer.
“I only asked because Noah told me about Halo’s tradition of one’s first ursur kill.” Not to test and see if the youth had eight more chips on his shoulders; fighting off an eye roll beginning to forge there. His glance chanced in Talyson’s direction though, to see what kind of reaction the next words would elicit. “Eating part of its heart to gain its strength.”
“I only asked because Noah told me about Halo’s tradition of one’s first ursur kill.” Not to test and see if the youth had eight more chips on his shoulders; fighting off an eye roll beginning to forge there. His glance chanced in Talyson’s direction though, to see what kind of reaction the next words would elicit. “Eating part of its heart to gain its strength.”
your chest is a wall of fire; you pick torches
