and the only solution was to stand and fight
Checking the ties on the sled again, and adjusting the portions now that there were three deer propped along the top of the timber, he waited in the midst of silence, watching as Belial hopped to a spot on the vessel – granting an inward snort, amused. The inquiries made him wonder if Damien was considering snagging a companion for himself, or simply hadn’t been in the presence of one – curiosity roaming in plumes and vestiges. “Yes. Though, I will admit, it’s that one’s thoughts to worry about,” pointing towards Zuriel, who shook her head regally before lofting it higher than before, supreme, queenly, and haughty. “You share a bond with them. Feelings, concepts, intentions – but each has their own personality.” Not unlike individuals across Caido.
As for battle axes, Deimos smirked, beginning to grab the strings to pull the sled along again, listening to the easy rush through the snow. “We have some available. I made them.” Meaning they’d be of high-caliber, not something cheap or potentially quick to break. “If you want to use those in high stake situations, I recommend putting some kind of recall on them.” Emphasizing a longer-range and ability to get it back, should it be stuck within a carcass or suddenly rampaging over a drift.
When everything else seemed accepted, he nodded, briefly watching Zuriel as she began trotting alongside the vessel, clearly intending to show off her caliber. The next question surprised him though. Given who he was, most would know his initial experiences had been mostly nothing – Abandoned didn’t gain the focus of many deities from those primordial days where the Voice had turned upon them – though maybe he’d be considered fortunate, as he’d never been cursed for his efforts either. “Initially, when I was simply an Abandoned, it was nothing. Safrin, however, has given me many opportunities since I Attuned.” A promised loyalty and foundation. “Have you met with any?”
As for battle axes, Deimos smirked, beginning to grab the strings to pull the sled along again, listening to the easy rush through the snow. “We have some available. I made them.” Meaning they’d be of high-caliber, not something cheap or potentially quick to break. “If you want to use those in high stake situations, I recommend putting some kind of recall on them.” Emphasizing a longer-range and ability to get it back, should it be stuck within a carcass or suddenly rampaging over a drift.
When everything else seemed accepted, he nodded, briefly watching Zuriel as she began trotting alongside the vessel, clearly intending to show off her caliber. The next question surprised him though. Given who he was, most would know his initial experiences had been mostly nothing – Abandoned didn’t gain the focus of many deities from those primordial days where the Voice had turned upon them – though maybe he’d be considered fortunate, as he’d never been cursed for his efforts either. “Initially, when I was simply an Abandoned, it was nothing. Safrin, however, has given me many opportunities since I Attuned.” A promised loyalty and foundation. “Have you met with any?”
DEIMOS
