[Training] when they grew their fangs

Deimos

before bones, before dirt, before even light
this is who we were

“More like control.” That the water bent to his whims and demands because it was layered and lacquered to his veins, chiseled and at the ready for whatever command he ensued. He watched as Sunjata summoned the element, waiting as it wavered and hovered, then eventually solidified.

Snorting, Deimos did the same, and rapidly. The incantations filtered then altered swiftly, rapidly, a chain of bloodlines and ancestry and everything else sodden in the history of his lifetimes. From there, sauntering above the target, they conformed to icy spikes, and shot downwards, straight into the target’s features. It is unfortunate that ice is not effective against the void, but still, amusing he conjured in return, and left the shards to sit within the target while the Flood took his time. Hordes more could be broken and mauled by the elements just the same.

this untamable expanse
churning proof that we have always been deep, restless souls