Deimos
Liam’s notions towards the bracelet, and statements thereafter, were no different from the Sword’s. The necessities for safety, protection, and shelter were the foremost notions entirely in Deimos’s mind, no matter the situation, and since the seasons leading up to and after the war, his focus had been ensuring those were met for the wintry world. Safrin’s motions ensured he’d stay the course, even if they weren’t certain what to prepare for, it had to be better than remaining complacent, or waiting for the world to listlessly pass them by.
But then again, he’d never been that kind of individual anyway.
He glanced back at the other as he spoke, nodding along in accord and agreement. “We have been in Halo. I am not certain what other lands have been working on.” They’d been given the warnings, just the same as Liam had been granted.
But then again, he’d never been that kind of individual anyway.
He glanced back at the other as he spoke, nodding along in accord and agreement. “We have been in Halo. I am not certain what other lands have been working on.” They’d been given the warnings, just the same as Liam had been granted.
we exhume our enemy's bones
we are battling, hungry beasts
we are battling, hungry beasts
