DEIMOS
the fire can't touch me
for I have burned too many times
for I have burned too many times
The results seemed much the same – but Deimos was persistent as well. At the suggestion his brow arched, for there was a good amount of such darkened materials within his ichor. The temptation to unfurl life drain – something invisible, intangible, and difficult to defend against contorted through his mind, but he quickly parted from the machination soon after. He had no desire for his friends to experience the shades of such prowess, reserving it for enemies and adversaries.
So he said nothing, granting a nod, before unfurling the familiar and favored flickers of fire. He made certain the flames weren’t infernal gatherings nor a towering abyss, but certainly potent enough to strive at piercing and puncturing the mage’s newfound armor.
So he said nothing, granting a nod, before unfurling the familiar and favored flickers of fire. He made certain the flames weren’t infernal gatherings nor a towering abyss, but certainly potent enough to strive at piercing and puncturing the mage’s newfound armor.
the sea can't harm me
for I have been drowning all my life
for I have been drowning all my life
