I carried my own ashes to the mountains
Deimos might have said more, but the appearance nearby, of a less than satisfactory essence, spurned him into a very quiet and potent motion. Quickly, he scooped Erebos up into his arms, and while the child giggled and laughed, unbothered in the innocence and ignorance of youth, the Sword sent a sudden unfurling of fire directly at the tree.
Brow furrowed and irritation imminent, he filtered a distant and vague sigh as timber popped and yielded to the segmented and targeted conflagration. “Frey’s Breath sounds better already,” and as the youth waved abruptly to the burning portions nearby, Deimos tilted his head and indicated towards the exit. If he didn’t have Erebos with him, it might’ve been a different story – he would’ve stayed to assist in annihilation, but, figuring they weren’t going to be finding any flowers on this juncture, it would be best to persist on another, hopefully luckier, sojourn.
[FIN]
Brow furrowed and irritation imminent, he filtered a distant and vague sigh as timber popped and yielded to the segmented and targeted conflagration. “Frey’s Breath sounds better already,” and as the youth waved abruptly to the burning portions nearby, Deimos tilted his head and indicated towards the exit. If he didn’t have Erebos with him, it might’ve been a different story – he would’ve stayed to assist in annihilation, but, figuring they weren’t going to be finding any flowers on this juncture, it would be best to persist on another, hopefully luckier, sojourn.
[FIN]
DEIMOS
