we fight for brighter, stronger skies

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame Alas, no, Noah hadn’t volunteered himself for the hunting job. That had been entirely placed on Deimos’ shoulders once again, unless he could find someone else willing to go on the mild sojourn with him. We can try it. Better off than traversing about with larger creatures, making a mental note about the vipers, something to glance over and peruse through his monster hunter’s journals. Erebos giggled with more glee, then lost interest in the toy, placating his efforts by clinging to his father’s leg and using the pants to draw himself up and value some balancing act on Deimos’ thicker boots. Drawing his focus downwards, snorting, he lifted the youth up into his arms while Hadama continued, sighing a little at the neutral confirmation that while Jack’s item was useful, his aim might not have been. “Right. Somehow this is becoming much more difficult every time we go.” Just then, a courier came by – glancing around until he seemed to spot the Sword. Package for you, Warden before he drifted off again, leaving Deimos to sigh and hope it wasn’t another inclination towards more scandals and omens, but when Sah’s name was scrawled across the top, he snorted. “Give me a moment and you can have your mask as well.” master of nothing place; of recoil and grace