Deimos
Already parsing the jerky into pieces, small ones for Erebos to munch on as he passed it above, he snorted at her impending laugh. “Great,” came in his own deadpan fixture, with a sigh to follow, fully aware of multitudes Koa had committed – though, at least, he’d had some capable weapons on the last hunt; far more dependable than some of the others.
While the infant ate, and waved in return with a massive grin, Deimos waited, watched, for reactions to the armory. She seemed content – taking after her mother yet again – and his brow arched. “Yes.” Nodding along at her enthusiasm, and keeping Erebos’ grasping fingers out of reach of anything nearby, his eyes flickered over to the shortsword, testing it, but not taking.
The compliment wasn’t expected, but he gave a slight smile just the same. “Thank you.” He took pride in the multitudes he’d created – from the barracks armory, to this one, and the hordes of other things crafted for friends and family in between. “You can take it,” granting her permission, if she felt inclined, before backing out of the room, lingering and loitering as she made a decision.
While the infant ate, and waved in return with a massive grin, Deimos waited, watched, for reactions to the armory. She seemed content – taking after her mother yet again – and his brow arched. “Yes.” Nodding along at her enthusiasm, and keeping Erebos’ grasping fingers out of reach of anything nearby, his eyes flickered over to the shortsword, testing it, but not taking.
The compliment wasn’t expected, but he gave a slight smile just the same. “Thank you.” He took pride in the multitudes he’d created – from the barracks armory, to this one, and the hordes of other things crafted for friends and family in between. “You can take it,” granting her permission, if she felt inclined, before backing out of the room, lingering and loitering as she made a decision.
we exhume our enemy's bones
we are battling, hungry beasts
we are battling, hungry beasts
