DEIMOS
And in your darkest hour,
I hold secrets flame
Perhaps if it was just the construct of this failed melee, he wouldn’t be so bothered or seething. But when it was one after another after another, no matter how much concentration, strength, and prowess molded into movements and enchantments, and they still spiraled into a mess, everything else felt like just more and more insurmountable feats. Murdering squirrels shouldn’t have taken so much time, energy, effort, or raw power, and it made him wonder for all his might, tenacity, and capability, if any of it mattered. If there was something else to be conquered. His stare went downcast for a moment, breathing in the fumes of doused flames, of curling smoke, of plumes from their abrupt massacre. In another world, he would’ve been proud of the amount of damage lain across the forest, his jaw lifted and defiant, his form seditious, an insurrection against the earth that allowed him to live, to prosper in his decadent maelstroms. Now he was merely a displaced Sword fighting to keep his loved ones alive.
Hotaru was prone to his mercurial, taciturn, silent moods of inadequacy though, and must’ve known better than to feed into them. Forced to abandon the self-loathing, his stare returned to her, a shrug rippling through his shoulders. “We can cook them now.” He’d be on the onslaught for larger game later on, as it came closer and closer to winter’s expanse and LongNight, ensuring they were stocked with enough resources for the Grounds to make it through the press of snow and ominous, foreboding hell. Deimos maneuvered towards a more open area, orchestrating to her directions, bringing over some drier sticks to gather together, palms stretching out once more to erupt them into flame. Once the wood was crackling, he extended his hands apart, the gilded glow billowing between them, and a metallic spit was conjured through the air. master of nothing place; of recoil and grace |
like a wild thing
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the Resurrected Sword
Warden of Halo / Guildmaster ✓
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04-01-2020, 11:42 AM
the Valkyrie
Masseuse ✓ / Headmistress
Age: 33 | Height: 5'2 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: King's End Level: 4 - Strg: 40 - Dext: 40 - Endr: 57 - Luck: 40 - Int:
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04-02-2020, 10:00 AM
HOTARU As she had known it would come to pass, there is a slow change that comes over the man beside her, a stolidness that returns as the frustration ebbs away to be pondered over and dissected at a later time. He is correct after all, she is used to his variable moods, the weight he places ironically invariably on his own shoulders. A weight he refuses to be taken off by any other pair of hands, despite his own having placed it there in the first place. She has learned how best to navigate him, a maze as intricate as the one they stand within that had taken many years of memorization and cultivation. It is worth it now for the way he refocuses on her offer and away from his own mistakes. She smiles warmly and with a gentle hand at his elbow follows him to a freer space, happy to leave behind this scorched and smoldering section. His fire is far easier to control this time, and as he does Hotaru gathers materials for a spit, sighing when her creation magic does not work yet again as she attempts to create something, anything. It has been unresponsive for some time, and she can't figure out why. "My creation magic has not been responding lately, have you had any problems with yours? I could only ever make small things, nothing quite so mighty as yours, but it's vexing nonetheless." Because there's nobody else she trusts to ask such a question, to reveal her flaws and inadequacies to. Perhaps it's a balancing of the scales after she had seen his own just now. mother, make me a big grey cloud
so I can rain on you all the things that I can't say out loud the Resurrected Sword
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04-02-2020, 02:18 PM
the Valkyrie
Masseuse ✓ / Headmistress
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04-04-2020, 07:17 AM
HOTARU Were she privy to his innermost thoughts, Hotaru would likely tell Deimos that she is equally as grateful for his honed awareness of her personality, her flaws. Would assure him that no mire or void is too deep to stop her from plunging in right behind him to pull him free in his times of need. Instead she merely bestows upon him an understanding smile, full of measures of warmth and sincerity that few others will ever witness. The fire is immediate and warm, and she shifts closer to enjoy it as it radiates from the pit they've created. Though used to the chill, she still misses such natural wonders they'd taken for granted, like their hot springs. As the squirrels are deftly skinned and set to cook, she settles upon her knees and lends him her attention, his deep voice cutting through the crackle of the fire to confirm her fears. "I was afraid so. Mine has stopped responding entirely, but I can still feel it. It's frustrating to say the least." To have been granted such a temporary measure of significance only to have it stripped away...it is a cruelty that aggravates her. "I was only ever capable of small, inorganic creations. No more than a dagger. But I assume it would have strengthened with time, and now it has instead weakened?" A vexing mystery. His display helps free her mind from that particular logical rut, and her brows rise in admiration at the new ability. "Magic here comes so much differently than Helovia. I don't know what to do about my creation magic, but my lightning has only improved." Here she lifts her hand and the shriek of electricity fills the air as it envelops her hand briefly. Not that he needs much of a display considering how she'd used it against the squirrels, but she had been more precise and used less energy than she's capable of now to fell them. mother, make me a big grey cloud
so I can rain on you all the things that I can't say out loud the Resurrected Sword
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04-04-2020, 04:02 PM
the Valkyrie
Masseuse ✓ / Headmistress
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04-07-2020, 06:02 PM
HOTARU They are tied together through stormy waters, stubborn ropes lashed about the masts of their failing ships to keep one another afloat. She has lost so much in the time since she had held vigil over his fallen form, and she clings now to the family he represents. Hotaru will sooner see this world burn than lose him again. She has always been nothing without her family, her people, and she has so few remaining now. It makes it all the easier to confide in him her frustrations and insecurities around her suddenly impotent magic. It helps to know she is not the only one, though she's undeniably irritated that she can create nothing at all while others at least retain the basic components. At least her lightning has not failed her, steadily growing in competency and power, regaining lost ground where once she had total mastery. "And all we can do is hope each mutation is in our favor," she comments in reply, swiftly piercing the spit through the carcasses to set them to roast. "The loss is grating, but the best I can do is wait. Exercise my weakest virtue of patience." A quirk of amusement sits at the corner of her mouth. Always impatient, always striving for greatness, for mastery, even when she has already spent her life fighting and conquering. It will catch up to her someday, shatter and exhaust her, but for now it at least occupies her time. mother, make me a big grey cloud
so I can rain on you all the things that I can't say out loud the Resurrected Sword
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Age: 34 | Height: 6'4" | Race: Hybrid | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Halo Level: 14 - Strg: 74 - Dext: 74 - Endr: 75 - Luck: 80 - Int: 3 BELIAL - Mythical - Peryton (Blend) ZURIEL - Mythical - Unicorn (Healing)
04-08-2020, 12:57 AM
the Valkyrie
Masseuse ✓ / Headmistress
Age: 33 | Height: 5'2 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: King's End Level: 4 - Strg: 40 - Dext: 40 - Endr: 57 - Luck: 40 - Int:
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04-12-2020, 10:35 AM
HOTARU The crackling of the fire and Deimos' solid, immovable presence opposite her is all Hotaru needs to let the last vestiges of control and alertness fall from her shoulders. There is no other soul she could do so around, but there is a comforting knowledge in his power, his willingness to bear arms at her side if anything were to target them here in this bubble of peace. It is a chance at true, honest relaxation. The fire only calls her back to past years, to fires lighting up personal caverns and gathering spots, to sleepy embraces and always knowing the mountains would keep them safe. And if ever they were to fail, that a brother or sister would be at your side to wage war. She may only have him now, instead of an entire kingdom to consider family and friend, but it does not diminish his significance. He is all she needs. The rotating of the spit is smooth in contrast to his furrowed brow, and she can read the vexation off him like any number of written words. "I wonder if it was a purposeful restriction, if the Gods have any sway over our powers even after we've gained them." Hotaru only knows the basics of the Abandoned as a race, of their story and their predisposition to being ignored by the deities of this world. It's as good of a guess as any considering she has only met Frey in her time here. Deimos' laughter is a balm to her irritation, and her own laughter shakes her slim shoulders at his advice. "Oh, you and your practice. Just because I know you're right doesn't mean I have to enjoy it." Mirth is bright in her mismatched eyes, knowing how devoted he is to honing and sharpening his crafts and skills. While she is no slump herself, he has her quite blown out of the water, and it invites a desire to pout and whine like a child being tasked with a particularly menial chore. mother, make me a big grey cloud
so I can rain on you all the things that I can't say out loud the Resurrected Sword
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Age: 34 | Height: 6'4" | Race: Hybrid | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Halo Level: 14 - Strg: 74 - Dext: 74 - Endr: 75 - Luck: 80 - Int: 3 BELIAL - Mythical - Peryton (Blend) ZURIEL - Mythical - Unicorn (Healing)
04-12-2020, 07:47 PM
the Valkyrie
Masseuse ✓ / Headmistress
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04-16-2020, 06:38 AM
HOTARU Really all they are left with is mere speculation. Would the Gods even admit to such deceit and manipulation? If they even deigned to show up whenever an Abandoned prayed. Hotaru has only done so twice, and hadn't expected an answer when she'd gone to thank The Voice for returning her to her family. She's not inclined to try and do so again frankly. Once her quest is completed she intends to avoid the Gods until she needs them again. His amusement helps buoy her above her thoughts, and she laughs in response. "I'm allowed a bit of pouting with such unknown requirements to improve my magic." Though she is certainly going to focus on training, if only to satisfy her feral desires that seem to scratch at the inside of her ribs lately. Encouraging chaos and destruction in this too-peaceful world full of such mindlessly kind residents. It is immediately vanquished by his admission, and she fumbles for a moment, absolutely gobsmacked. If it weren't for the fire in her way she'd likely launch herself straight into his arms, but instead she settles for flailing her own as she emits an odd squeal of excitement. "Deimos! Oh my Gods! Congratulations!" She hasn't even met Amalia in a personal capacity, but she's ecstatic on his behalf all the same. He desires all the joy and love this world can offer. mother, make me a big grey cloud
so I can rain on you all the things that I can't say out loud the Resurrected Sword
Warden of Halo / Guildmaster ✓
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04-16-2020, 02:28 PM
the Valkyrie
Masseuse ✓ / Headmistress
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04-21-2020, 03:59 AM
HOTARU Hotaru chortles to herself at his response. "See, nobody ever believes me when I say you make jokes. You're ruining my reputation of total honesty." His wit is far drier and more unexpected than any other she has met, and she absolutely adores it. It makes it all the more hilarious when it crops up and takes her completely by surprise every single time. Without fail it always warms her heart, just as his announcement does. The rare crest of a smile upon his handsome face only makes her clasp her hands before her heart, eyes welling with unanticipated emotion on his behalf. Scooting around the fire instead of launching herself over it in a harebrained scheme as was her first instinct, she places a hand upon his mighty shoulder and kisses the top of her own hand as if to transport it through her skin down to his own. He is far too tall (and scraggly, she's not a beard fan) to try anything such as a kiss on the cheek, and those clever hands of his are already occupied with cooking up some much-desired lunch. "I'll be there to help, whatever you need. I'm so happy for you, Deimos." Hotaru retracts her hand after that, knowing he can only take so much mushiness before he combusts or reverts back to grunts. "I wish we'd hunted something larger now, to celebrate!" The exaggerated dismay vanishes with ease, like the smoke of their fire above the treetops. At least the squirrels cook faster, and she takes over to pull them off the spit and divide them between herself and the General. Taking one meaty corpse and giving him a toast gesture with it. "To your marriage," she says grandly before biting into the soft meat, happy to provide the stoic man with an excuse to not have to speak when there is food to be consumed. It has been a good day indeed. mother, make me a big grey cloud
so I can rain on you all the things that I can't say out loud the Resurrected Sword
Warden of Halo / Guildmaster ✓
Age: 34 | Height: 6'4" | Race: Hybrid | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Halo Level: 14 - Strg: 74 - Dext: 74 - Endr: 75 - Luck: 80 - Int: 3 BELIAL - Mythical - Peryton (Blend) ZURIEL - Mythical - Unicorn (Healing)
04-21-2020, 06:02 PM
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