DEIMOS
And in your darkest hour,
I hold secrets flame
To his immense relief, there were other voices: nothing harsh, nothing reckless, nothing rash, but sentiments expressed through experiences and lines drawn in the sand. He breathed easier, he slid into his chair, and he listened, absorbing, intent on every single sight, sound, and message, grateful, so damned grateful they’d all bothered to come at all. He said so with the bridge of his smile, the small, indentations in his cheeks, the promise of something occurring beyond vitriol and contempt.
Remi’s information was intriguing: Arduinna again, displaying her ability to protect and guard (but why was the underlying notion too – what did she stand to gain from continuing to allow them access, to thwart Delah’s position time and time again?). The sickness amidst the trees was something he hadn’t heard either; too preoccupied with his own mission and merciless divide to notice a blight. “So we could leave them alone.” He nodded, corresponding another tale to add to the distinction of Arduinna (not to be trusted hung in the air, bristled against his senses). “When we went to rescue those who were captured, Arduinna led us to the Village, with a debt to be owed later.” He left that in the ether too, to billow or bluster; if it was another impending doom, damnation, or something else altogether. Jigano’s assistance and support was a welcome thing: he nodded towards the bard, but tilted his head at the silence. Another entered and proffered knowledge – not something they were ignorant of, but the beast nodded at the other, grateful the stranger offered some form of sagacity. The Outlanders, the Naturals, all of them were Outsiders in comparison to the Fae. Ronin arrived too, and Deimos was quick to give him a nod of recognition, silent acknowledgments and thank yous, support in silence. Then the sun was there, a shock of brilliance simmering along his skin, and he gave the swiftest wink towards her, before listening, listening, listening, about the traders, about how she was brave enough, undaunted enough, audacious enough to go whistling straight back to Delah. Perhaps she was their best chance, agreed upon by {No post order - continue discussing!} master of nothing place; of recoil and grace |
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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)
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counter balance this commotion - by Deimos - 06-09-2019, 04:34 PM
RE: counter balance this commotion - by Remi - 06-09-2019, 04:54 PM
RE: counter balance this commotion - by Jigano - 06-09-2019, 04:55 PM
RE: counter balance this commotion - by Phoebe - 06-09-2019, 05:01 PM
RE: counter balance this commotion - by Virion - 06-10-2019, 12:05 AM
RE: counter balance this commotion - by Ronin - 06-10-2019, 07:46 PM
RE: counter balance this commotion - by Amalia - 06-10-2019, 09:39 PM
RE: counter balance this commotion - by Roana - 06-11-2019, 11:02 PM
RE: counter balance this commotion - by Deimos - 06-13-2019, 12:49 AM
RE: counter balance this commotion - by Remi - 06-13-2019, 05:36 PM
RE: counter balance this commotion - by Jigano - 06-18-2019, 01:28 AM
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