r/sangheili

Hello! I'm a video essayist interested in doing a video on the Sangheili clan culture in the days of Halo 3, Reach (and then revived in the MCC) before the ability to play as an Elite was removed in Halo 4.

Is there anyone who was actively involved in Sangheili clans that would be willing to speak with me about the culture of these clans, how they fell apart and what they're up to now?

Thank you in advance!

So imagine a Sangheili Blademaster who DIDN'T want to sleep around, but he does because that what the Prophets say will ensure him a place in the Great Journey.

Imagine that one of the women he chooses is... simply brilliant. She draws laughter from him so easily, she makes things feel less constricting and more colorful, she just has a hunger for LIFE, and he is utterly taken by it.

But he is a Swordsman, and he must abide by the Covenant and their society, and so he does not stay with her, no matter what he wishes. He tries to help from afar, but he's still left on the outside as she grows gravid.

Then, comes the day their child is born. He gains a son, his first and thus far only son... and loses her. While he comforts himself that she's assured a place in the Great Journey, he can no longer be sure of his because a quiet, heretical hate grows in his heart towards it. He wanted to be with her, not spend his time with other women who he can see are only after what his children can give them, what the "Honor" of his seed will grow into, but because of the Great Journey, he is left in this life having spent far too little time with her and far too much with plotters.

And so, he makes himself a part of his son's life, for more closely than he does his daughters, trains him and raises him up as a warrior. It shames him to give this ONE child more attention over the others but he is all that he has left of her, of the one thing that made life bright without the glare of a plasma blade. The thoughts circle in his head endlessly, but he comforts himself with providing from afar for his daughters, in what ways he can.

Then, the war with humanity comes, and his son is old enough to be called to battle. He does not come back. His only comfort is that now his son is with his love, together on the Great Journey, even if he'll never get to see them when he dies.

Then the truth is unveiled. The Prophets are liars, the Covenant is a betrayal, and there is no Great Journey. His love and his son died for a false faith which means that they are lost to their ancestors, to each other, and that they were to be lost to him from the start.

He breaks. He finds his daughters, each and every one of them, and he takes them back. He challenges anyone who gets in his way, and he kills them to get his children back, and then he holds onto them because they are all he has, and he will be damned before he has to give up one more thing to this worthless cattle pen of a society because it is suddenly so clear to him why the Prophets were so insistent that masters of war are allowed and encouraged to spread their seed so freely.

He will wear the titles that are spat upon him by most Sangheili with pride, because at least he and his daughters are no longer the San'Shyuum's well-bred and dimly loyal hounds.