DAMIEN
I know it's been a long time coming
I'm angry and I know that's weak
I'm angry and I know that's weak
He’d always been drawn to animals, studied them in passing when he could, though a companion of his own had never been practical. Or perhaps he hadn’t been ready. Responsibility, constant care… it wasn’t something to take lightly. Still, watching the peryton move with such precision and purpose stirred something in him.
He watched in faint amusement as Belial snapped up a treat midair. “Interesting.” He paused, watching the creature’s movements, the way it assessed its surroundings and calculated its actions. He could see the intelligence in it, sharp and unapologetic. Something he respected. He looked over at Deimos again, a hint of curiosity lacing his words. “Besides being a carnivorous deer, is he… manageable? Companionable?”
When Deimos arched his brow, Damien offered a faint nod, keeping his tone measured. “My experience is limited. I've mostly only ever faced off against the usual in Halo… Ursers, wolves, the odd corrupted thing that strays too close to Snowcloak. Nothing like what you handle. But I’ve still got skills that’ll come in handy, no matter what we’re hunting.” Tracking, trapping, reading the land—it wasn’t just habit. It was second nature. Maybe more like lifeblood. “I will need better gear for monsters, but… I can train more.” He allowed himself a dry half-smile. “If the guild offer’s still on the table, I’d be a fool not to take it. Beats the routine, at least.”
He watched in faint amusement as Belial snapped up a treat midair. “Interesting.” He paused, watching the creature’s movements, the way it assessed its surroundings and calculated its actions. He could see the intelligence in it, sharp and unapologetic. Something he respected. He looked over at Deimos again, a hint of curiosity lacing his words. “Besides being a carnivorous deer, is he… manageable? Companionable?”
When Deimos arched his brow, Damien offered a faint nod, keeping his tone measured. “My experience is limited. I've mostly only ever faced off against the usual in Halo… Ursers, wolves, the odd corrupted thing that strays too close to Snowcloak. Nothing like what you handle. But I’ve still got skills that’ll come in handy, no matter what we’re hunting.” Tracking, trapping, reading the land—it wasn’t just habit. It was second nature. Maybe more like lifeblood. “I will need better gear for monsters, but… I can train more.” He allowed himself a dry half-smile. “If the guild offer’s still on the table, I’d be a fool not to take it. Beats the routine, at least.”
And I'm longing out that open window
For whatever it is I seek
For whatever it is I seek
