Deimos
Erebos, not understanding the meaning of perfection, glanced back and forth from Theea to his “masterpiece”, deciding that those notions were enough – marveling at his drawing again with a big grin. ”Put on the fridge?” he glanced back to Deimos, who, given who he was, had put multitudes of said artwork already there – and would continue to do so. “Of course.” The youth giggled, then contributed another few lines on a wider piece of paper, also including the table once again.
But it seemed the Sword’s methods of accepting others seemed to be a little too easy for some – his brow arched at the comment – but he shrugged. “I am not terribly judgmental when it comes to guild members,” (save until they were in battle and suddenly trying to lasso bears) and he wrinkled his nose – “Plus I have already seen some of your work.” Relinquishing her hand once the shake had been completed, he snagged at the toddler and the infinite papers, placing them in his back pocket while the boy squealed in delight, placed upon his father’s shoulders. “So I heard,” though it’d been from Ashetta. Why they both lingered rummaged through his mind, as it was likely associated with Kalt, but he didn’t dig much deeper – knowing what it was like to fend and contend with ghosts.
Starting with some portions, his eyes shifted back to where they already stood. “The main hall here is for gatherings and meetings,” gesturing to the tables, snagging at the journal he’d have to put back. The hearth alone made up for a good section of the area. “You likely noticed the bounties when you came in, but we typically post them near the entrance,” along with trophies and artifacts. At the notion of recruits, however, his brow arched, head tilting slightly as if trying to gauge the levels of intrigue and curiosity – tempered with his own. “So far you, Damien, and Koa, though I may have a couple more interested.”
But it seemed the Sword’s methods of accepting others seemed to be a little too easy for some – his brow arched at the comment – but he shrugged. “I am not terribly judgmental when it comes to guild members,” (save until they were in battle and suddenly trying to lasso bears) and he wrinkled his nose – “Plus I have already seen some of your work.” Relinquishing her hand once the shake had been completed, he snagged at the toddler and the infinite papers, placing them in his back pocket while the boy squealed in delight, placed upon his father’s shoulders. “So I heard,” though it’d been from Ashetta. Why they both lingered rummaged through his mind, as it was likely associated with Kalt, but he didn’t dig much deeper – knowing what it was like to fend and contend with ghosts.
Starting with some portions, his eyes shifted back to where they already stood. “The main hall here is for gatherings and meetings,” gesturing to the tables, snagging at the journal he’d have to put back. The hearth alone made up for a good section of the area. “You likely noticed the bounties when you came in, but we typically post them near the entrance,” along with trophies and artifacts. At the notion of recruits, however, his brow arched, head tilting slightly as if trying to gauge the levels of intrigue and curiosity – tempered with his own. “So far you, Damien, and Koa, though I may have a couple more interested.”
we exhume our enemy's bones
we are battling, hungry beasts
we are battling, hungry beasts
