and the only solution was to stand and fight
Deimos could understand some portion of that. Childhood had been a collection of stories about those carved seemingly out of mythos. Champions, heroes, villains, and those lodged somewhere in between tragedy and might. He’d never had opportunities to see all of it come to life – for those had been sculpted from frameworks and not reality – but here, in Caido, where monsters breathed and loomed and dastardly vengeance cut its own niche, there was room for titles to be born and distinctions to be passed along. He’d just never considered himself a piece of it; simply committing to what had to be done. No need for reverence.
But he listened just the same, gaze following tracks in the snow and launching strides to be caught outright by air; brow arching out of his own curiosity. “Who are your parents?”
Expecting Zuriel would be healing Theea yet again, he waited until the last seemed to simmer into nothing – listening all the while to the rush of hunters gathering and tossing more gauntlets of fire at corpses, before taking another step towards another felled nearby. “That should be the last of them.” What they’d expected anyway. “Do you need more furs?” He likely had some lodged away in his bag.
The murmuring about Starfall made him snort as he worked, casting flames alight in the darker thickets of the forest. “Quite a bit more. Though we have found what can be most effective against those associated with it,” the barest hint – if she was interested – though she might’ve seen it firsthand with the way the air elements had been slicing through them.
But he listened just the same, gaze following tracks in the snow and launching strides to be caught outright by air; brow arching out of his own curiosity. “Who are your parents?”
Expecting Zuriel would be healing Theea yet again, he waited until the last seemed to simmer into nothing – listening all the while to the rush of hunters gathering and tossing more gauntlets of fire at corpses, before taking another step towards another felled nearby. “That should be the last of them.” What they’d expected anyway. “Do you need more furs?” He likely had some lodged away in his bag.
The murmuring about Starfall made him snort as he worked, casting flames alight in the darker thickets of the forest. “Quite a bit more. Though we have found what can be most effective against those associated with it,” the barest hint – if she was interested – though she might’ve seen it firsthand with the way the air elements had been slicing through them.
DEIMOS
