Deimos
He'd only meant the statement in jest, though he could see it’d only done to increase some nervousness or apprehension. He gave a quick arch to his brow at her wincing – directing his attention to several more notes on the color-changing portions of the frost foxes out in the Greenwing – before Erebos seemed to have won over the appeal of focus. Delighted with Theea’s response, he waved again, before lifting his picture – streaks of green, red, and blue with a dash of brown and no visible order to the jumbled, chaotic tones and tints. ”I’m Erebos!” Pausing, realizing the introduction meant he hadn’t explained his latest artwork, he persisted. ”I made this!”
Ruffling the boy’s dark hair, he rumbled something in return, low and quiet, before the babe gasped and returned to the page, adding another dash of color. Thereafter though, the Accepted seemed to have found her courage again, and as he was turning over another document, he saw her hand shift towards him, the addition to her true reason for being here churned back above the surface.
Wondering if her mother had something to do with it, he kept that notion to himself, before extending his hand back to hers, giving it a solid shake. “Then consider yourself joined.” As for the paperwork, and hazing rituals, he didn’t often implore too many into cruel fixations – unless they irked him. And even then, he’d be more liable just to toss them aside and away. “I do have plans for a hunt with newer recruits in Deepfrost – but before then, would you like a tour?” That way she could become familiar with the guild hall itself – learn things in books and tomes at her own pace.
Ruffling the boy’s dark hair, he rumbled something in return, low and quiet, before the babe gasped and returned to the page, adding another dash of color. Thereafter though, the Accepted seemed to have found her courage again, and as he was turning over another document, he saw her hand shift towards him, the addition to her true reason for being here churned back above the surface.
Wondering if her mother had something to do with it, he kept that notion to himself, before extending his hand back to hers, giving it a solid shake. “Then consider yourself joined.” As for the paperwork, and hazing rituals, he didn’t often implore too many into cruel fixations – unless they irked him. And even then, he’d be more liable just to toss them aside and away. “I do have plans for a hunt with newer recruits in Deepfrost – but before then, would you like a tour?” That way she could become familiar with the guild hall itself – learn things in books and tomes at her own pace.
we exhume our enemy's bones
we are battling, hungry beasts
we are battling, hungry beasts
