Deimos
Increasing the speed of his movements, maybe to see if she’d end up running alongside or behind merely for his own amusements, he found the chattering persisted, and he withheld a long breath – presuming it would just be some practice for the future, when Erebos would be doing multitudes of discussions. “Yes. I believe you need summoning magic to make any sort of meat components. Should take earth and creation to make fruit or vegetables though.” His brows furrowed, figuring that made sense, before marching towards another door, waving politely to the people that had been lingering on their deck. As far as anything he couldn’t make, those limitations came with the properties instilled within his blood – presuming, of course, that there was one key component missing amidst the multitudes of others. “I cannot make anything dealing with healing.”
Belial hooted from above, following the patterns of his bonded, and the Sword missed her gaping. Six years was nothing – especially when one had multiple lifetimes and immortality lodged in their system – so when the question came across, he snorted, granting a laugh, finding it ridiculous. “That is nothing compared to many in Caido.” Especially the deities, like her own mother. “36.” He recounted, with a recent birthday amidst the season. Countering the bluntness, he shrugged his shoulders. “Were you aged before you arrived here?” He likely would’ve known about another Safrin child well before her actual rotations around the earth, but given how children were often propelled into another platitude of years and maturity, he wouldn’t be surprised if it’d been the latter.
Belial hooted from above, following the patterns of his bonded, and the Sword missed her gaping. Six years was nothing – especially when one had multiple lifetimes and immortality lodged in their system – so when the question came across, he snorted, granting a laugh, finding it ridiculous. “That is nothing compared to many in Caido.” Especially the deities, like her own mother. “36.” He recounted, with a recent birthday amidst the season. Countering the bluntness, he shrugged his shoulders. “Were you aged before you arrived here?” He likely would’ve known about another Safrin child well before her actual rotations around the earth, but given how children were often propelled into another platitude of years and maturity, he wouldn’t be surprised if it’d been the latter.
we exhume our enemy's bones
we are battling, hungry beasts
we are battling, hungry beasts
