"Careful! This is my favorite hammer you know!"

"No, and I don't care what you are. Besides, the hierarchs have something special in mind." He'd say, his mouth creasing in a smirk.

"Yes, the prophets. And today you're going to meet them."

"Care to explain what you think you're doing?"

"You will not paint my nails black, blue, or pink! Or any color for that Matter!"

I must admit, Human food is leagues above the covenant slop I have been living on. Perhaps we keep their cooks alive.

I am not sure what to think of the prophets' betrayal. The covenant is all I have ever known. How could it all be for nothing?

"I see now what prophets have wrought. What they have yet to bring. And I wish to be part of any of it no longer. My people are more worthy than this great journey."

"Though the prophets lies to us all, I am thankful of the time I shared with my brothers. The hierarchs will never take that from me."

Tartarus is a fearsome warrior! He can fight many squads of enemies and win! ...just don't scratch behind his ear, It makes him giggle.

"Unlikely." Tartarus would say before pushing him off.

"Comfy?" Tartars asked while watching TV. The brutes used to do things like this during cold winters.

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The parasite must be purged. If we are to survive, the flood must be destroyed.

Tartarus stumbled against a wall and started coughing. "What is this?"

"Why you littl-" He had another coughing fit before finishing his sentence. He stepped out of the pink cloud to see his fur covered in a pink powder.

//Stole this. 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗖𝗔𝗟𝗟! ❤️&🔁 𝙞𝙛 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙣𝙫𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝘿𝙈𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙡𝙤𝙩 𝙖𝙣 𝙍𝙋 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪!

"For jiralhanae? 4 hours."

"Apologies for my absence, politics got into the way of my having free time."

"Indeed I do human. Looking for a fight?"