cover you when the sky comes crashing in
Anger and ire for Deimos usually came in on fire, then chilling ramparts; a visceral cold calculation that would ramble through his brows and along his frame – an individual would be aware when they crossed that line. Typically, he remained stoic or amused, save for circumstances involving treachery, deceit, or any danger leveled at those he considered his own. So for the present, his narrowed countenance only unfurled speculation, trying to pick apart her angles and schemes to see how far everything crumbled.
Though the idea itself did sound amusing, if his snort was anything to go by. “Yes, but to what purpose,” other than terrorizing, which he could probably be convinced by if given enough information.
Maneuvering into the next room and picking it apart for the same benefits of cleanliness, he didn’t expect the next inquiry. Not giving away his surprise, he took a careful few moments of consideration. “Probably different for every shifter.” Some might experience pain as the body angled into different forms and structures. Others maybe relief or excitement. But for him? “Natural. Like breathing.” As if everything tied into his soul was there, willing, ready, eager, and able. “Not unlike when I use my magic.” There, at his beck and call. “Mindsets can change when you shift too.” He was well versed in any predator machinations – but he could imagine individuals not used to the barrage of motions feeling the sudden pulse or strain into hunting wiles.
Pondering, his brow arched again, glancing back at her as he dumped several more portions of used items into the pile. “Have you considered Attuning?” Maybe that was half the reason for the scheming.
Though the idea itself did sound amusing, if his snort was anything to go by. “Yes, but to what purpose,” other than terrorizing, which he could probably be convinced by if given enough information.
Maneuvering into the next room and picking it apart for the same benefits of cleanliness, he didn’t expect the next inquiry. Not giving away his surprise, he took a careful few moments of consideration. “Probably different for every shifter.” Some might experience pain as the body angled into different forms and structures. Others maybe relief or excitement. But for him? “Natural. Like breathing.” As if everything tied into his soul was there, willing, ready, eager, and able. “Not unlike when I use my magic.” There, at his beck and call. “Mindsets can change when you shift too.” He was well versed in any predator machinations – but he could imagine individuals not used to the barrage of motions feeling the sudden pulse or strain into hunting wiles.
Pondering, his brow arched again, glancing back at her as he dumped several more portions of used items into the pile. “Have you considered Attuning?” Maybe that was half the reason for the scheming.
DEIMOS
