Through several feet of snow, The Prince and Nephilim traveled, tripping over their feet every couple of meters, stopping to pee as they drunkenly staggered toward the hunt, singing songs of war on each other shoulders whist dragging a corpse behind them, the duo herded themselves towards the Chimera. Their cheeks flushed like that of a crisp apple. And their bellies full with a ball of fire.
[Divine Being, "she Who Hunts' laughs at the drunken hunt below]
[Divine Sin, 'Archeon' approves of this hunt]
[Divine Being, 'Debaucherous Wine,' nods at the blessing of wine]
Swallowed by snow that cradled their little arms and shoulders like weights, Altair and Riena drunkenly raced ahead, their arms over one another, to a particular location they had once visited.
"There!" Reina yelped, covering her mouth, as her echo stirred the snow.