Deimos
Once they were clear of the stairs, Deimos lifted Erebos from his shoulders and set the youth down – wayward toddler steps were suddenly bounding towards the artifact room, clearly a favorite, though everything was wholly out of reach for the youth, despite his already long legs. “You are welcome,” the Sword nodded; having taught multitudes throughout many a tenure and world – from either weaponry, defenses, or magic itself – always invested in ensuring others knew how to take care of themselves – how to guard, how to protect, how to stay safe.
Though the thought of competition made him laugh as they stepped within the threshold, shaking his head. Easily lured by the mere notion of contests, tournaments, matches, and fixtures, he gave her a boyish, juvenile grin. “Understandable. Is he adept with a blade?” Deimos had yet to see Damien with any sort of armament-laden skill; as all they’d done was cut and split wood within the tundra. But it’d also give him a rough idea of how many fundamentals were already pierced and instilled within the other Accepted, and how much more he could teach Theea in the interim. Nor would she need to sugarcoat the reasonings around him – the Warden would’ve been content to know it was for the basic minimum. Spite and bragging right were just a bonus.
As they unfurled into the other expanse though, the answer to her first question would be quite obvious: filled to the brim were additional trophies hanging along the walls – antlers, heads, horns, scales, claws, and all kinds of other assortments from a variety of hunts. Some had been embellished with details, not unlike some museum, noting specific hunts and dates, the implication of materials, the animal, and others simply hadn’t been gotten to yet – eternally a work in progress. Along tables and shelves, far too high for Erebos but the youth was eager to be raised to see (as Deimos did – picking him up for a few moments, permitting the child to hover and giggle and point to some intriguing iridescent feathers). “More of the former – though probably some of these could be given additional elements by heralds.” Pausing, tilting his head, he shrugged thereafter. “I do not think we have taken back anything cursed. Yet. But you are free to study and look at them.”
Though the thought of competition made him laugh as they stepped within the threshold, shaking his head. Easily lured by the mere notion of contests, tournaments, matches, and fixtures, he gave her a boyish, juvenile grin. “Understandable. Is he adept with a blade?” Deimos had yet to see Damien with any sort of armament-laden skill; as all they’d done was cut and split wood within the tundra. But it’d also give him a rough idea of how many fundamentals were already pierced and instilled within the other Accepted, and how much more he could teach Theea in the interim. Nor would she need to sugarcoat the reasonings around him – the Warden would’ve been content to know it was for the basic minimum. Spite and bragging right were just a bonus.
As they unfurled into the other expanse though, the answer to her first question would be quite obvious: filled to the brim were additional trophies hanging along the walls – antlers, heads, horns, scales, claws, and all kinds of other assortments from a variety of hunts. Some had been embellished with details, not unlike some museum, noting specific hunts and dates, the implication of materials, the animal, and others simply hadn’t been gotten to yet – eternally a work in progress. Along tables and shelves, far too high for Erebos but the youth was eager to be raised to see (as Deimos did – picking him up for a few moments, permitting the child to hover and giggle and point to some intriguing iridescent feathers). “More of the former – though probably some of these could be given additional elements by heralds.” Pausing, tilting his head, he shrugged thereafter. “I do not think we have taken back anything cursed. Yet. But you are free to study and look at them.”
we exhume our enemy's bones
we are battling, hungry beasts
we are battling, hungry beasts
