Zorra sat next to Alphan, watching the sun set over the barren desert. She sighed sadly and looked back at the carnage. Eighty Agents, forty soldiers, two Elites, and one Spartan were dead from the battle. Hundreds more of the C.R.A had been wounded. The two child Spartans were both in the infirmary being patched up. Thankfully, their wounds weren't severe like one of the adult male Spartan's were. He was in critical condition. Zorra's mother's cousin's soon-to-be mate's condition was unknown. She'd been wounded badly, and the medics weren't talking.
Zorra looked at her paws. The Fear had vanished near the end of the battle, taking King Vulcan with him. No one knew where they had gone. Even Alphan couldn't tell.
"Which Spartan?" Alphan asked, his voice emotionless.
"What?" Zorra asked, looking up.
"Which Spartan died?" Alphan clarified.
"The albino female. The Fear killed her himself," Zorra said.
"And her mate?"
"Still alive, but distraught. He's lost his second mate, and nearly lost his daughter. I don't blame him for nearly loosing it at the end there," she said. Alphan nodded.
"War is a terrible thing. But deaths are to be expected," he said sadly. Zorra sighed.
"I know, my Lord, but . . ." She shook her head. "I was hoping that all the Spartans would get out alive . . .
I was bored last night and I was listening to Halo: Reach tracks, and this picture came to mind XD. The story is based off of a Halo rp I'm in with a friend(not on this site, though). Just two characters of mine(Alphan in on the right, and Zorra is on the left).
















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