DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
Snorting at the remark for multitudes of reasons, he followed, gaze sweeping in on the coffee shop, ducking within its adornments in his usual scrutiny and perusal, before adjusting his focus back to the Maverick. “She did not. We quarreled over her actions, but I doubt it did any good.” In one ear and out the other; much like holding discussions with Noah, or a brick wall, lately. Another shrug to follow; for it was not his occupation, nor Danta’s any longer, to ensure Maea didn’t fall into danger or lure the rest of the regions into her emboldened death traps. So long as she took no one else down, and specifically some of his own, Deimos didn’t happen to care what carried on from her self-destructive, martyring ambitions.
With Danta’s smile hidden, the Sword tilted his head, studying for reactions, and unfurling a huff of a laugh at the murmur instead. “No ambition to hold any others?” Thank you again went unsaid this time, but unless something were truly pertinent, and life-altering, they could communicate by letters, or brief intervals and exchanges; nothing like what had occurred.
Not surprised the Ancient already had a designated jacket picked out and favorited, he nodded. “Should do.” Within a moment, a gilded sanction pulsed from his hands, incantations spreading towards the mahogany leather, until it could become infused with further warmth – a protective threshold over the colder, harsher temperatures of the world. “There are still limitations though.” In case Danta felt like rampaging towards Halo, or the Draig, anytime soon.
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Deimos has created:
Little Mahogany Riding Jacket:
This mahogany-dyed, ramphire leather jacket can sustain an Ancient in the cold for 15 minutes below 0C, 10 minutes below -10C, and 5 minutes below -5C. (Made by Deimos)
With Danta’s smile hidden, the Sword tilted his head, studying for reactions, and unfurling a huff of a laugh at the murmur instead. “No ambition to hold any others?” Thank you again went unsaid this time, but unless something were truly pertinent, and life-altering, they could communicate by letters, or brief intervals and exchanges; nothing like what had occurred.
Not surprised the Ancient already had a designated jacket picked out and favorited, he nodded. “Should do.” Within a moment, a gilded sanction pulsed from his hands, incantations spreading towards the mahogany leather, until it could become infused with further warmth – a protective threshold over the colder, harsher temperatures of the world. “There are still limitations though.” In case Danta felt like rampaging towards Halo, or the Draig, anytime soon.
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Deimos has created:
Little Mahogany Riding Jacket:
This mahogany-dyed, ramphire leather jacket can sustain an Ancient in the cold for 15 minutes below 0C, 10 minutes below -10C, and 5 minutes below -5C. (Made by Deimos)
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
