DEIMOS
Deimos, while containing multitudes of incantations humming and thrumming within his veins, would never think himself so potent as to have accomplished and snagged everything. There were some components missing, like healing, summoning, or illusions, that sometimes gave him pause; but he didn’t require the chicanery, could compel creatures on his Attuned merits, and he’d long since alleviated the issue of mending by either being capable of taking massive hits, stealth, or having Zuriel or Evie capable of rendering him back to one piece. “No need to apologize,” he snorted, granting a light laugh. “I appreciate the variety, but that does not mean I need to have the entirety. I make do with what I have,” joking, wrinkling his nose; fully aware of the arsenal. As they’d meandered through earlier – then where would the challenge be?
Besides, it’d worked anyway – the blue goldstone picturesque in the air. Taking a moment to consider it, he nodded at the implications and directions, and within half a breath, began to churn his Earth prowess into its shape. Recalling what he’d drawn out earlier, he ensured the round depths were maintained in their beautiful, hued distinction, but flattened the bottom portions, so it’d be able to withstand and stay within an altar meant for a goddess.
Besides, it’d worked anyway – the blue goldstone picturesque in the air. Taking a moment to consider it, he nodded at the implications and directions, and within half a breath, began to churn his Earth prowess into its shape. Recalling what he’d drawn out earlier, he ensured the round depths were maintained in their beautiful, hued distinction, but flattened the bottom portions, so it’d be able to withstand and stay within an altar meant for a goddess.
think about this
you have the ability to survive anything
you have the ability to survive anything
