Deimos
He could hear the person well before they’d made themselves known; Attuned senses sharp and honed and mercurial. He had half a notion to ignore another’s approach entirely, continue on his task, then simply leave – but the inquiry notched its way over the surroundings, and he turned his head over his shoulder to survey the other individual.
Deimos would like to think he knew multitudes within Caido, based on how long he’d been here (and despite his inherent need to be reclusive; leading a region had thrown this entirely out the window). But the man standing amidst the Barrows wasn’t recognizable at all; and he’d simply have to make do with the bizarre and impending speech – nodding at the question, his gaze scrutinizing and surveying before a rumble parsed through anything. “Yes. Figured it was close enough to the Greatwood,” and he jutted his jawline in the direction of the infested lands. Eventually his brow arched, breaking the reticent and impassive mold of his features into something more curious – or striving to see the purpose behind the correspondence. “Are you?”
Deimos would like to think he knew multitudes within Caido, based on how long he’d been here (and despite his inherent need to be reclusive; leading a region had thrown this entirely out the window). But the man standing amidst the Barrows wasn’t recognizable at all; and he’d simply have to make do with the bizarre and impending speech – nodding at the question, his gaze scrutinizing and surveying before a rumble parsed through anything. “Yes. Figured it was close enough to the Greatwood,” and he jutted his jawline in the direction of the infested lands. Eventually his brow arched, breaking the reticent and impassive mold of his features into something more curious – or striving to see the purpose behind the correspondence. “Are you?”
we exhume our enemy's bones
we are battling, hungry beasts
we are battling, hungry beasts
