Deimos
On the notions of open secrets and lack of announcements, Deimos unfurled a snort, somewhat in understanding, since he was more of the furtive variety, though clearly Danta was not. “Good for them though,” because this seemed to be a time of renewal and reforging, after everything the Family had done. Births. Marriages. Cycles of rebuilding and moving onward, where in prior years it would’ve seemed impossible, insurmountable.
Ru was another thing though; not wholly unassailable, but certainly a concept that bristled at him. Kiada receiving naught either didn’t leave him feeling any better about the situation; another dead end. The Valkyrie and any amount of dramatics went hand in hand, and if something disastrous had befallen her, with no explanation from either Sunjata or herself, he could continue to presume the worst. “No. That is all right. Maybe I will search through Torchline again. See if she went to Flora.” Shaking his head and striving to release the tension building, he figured the best way forward now was the bloodletting, pretending he could put it out of his mind for more than a few seconds. “Enough about that. What do we want to hunt?”
Ru was another thing though; not wholly unassailable, but certainly a concept that bristled at him. Kiada receiving naught either didn’t leave him feeling any better about the situation; another dead end. The Valkyrie and any amount of dramatics went hand in hand, and if something disastrous had befallen her, with no explanation from either Sunjata or herself, he could continue to presume the worst. “No. That is all right. Maybe I will search through Torchline again. See if she went to Flora.” Shaking his head and striving to release the tension building, he figured the best way forward now was the bloodletting, pretending he could put it out of his mind for more than a few seconds. “Enough about that. What do we want to hunt?”
we exhume our enemy's bones
we are battling, hungry beasts
we are battling, hungry beasts
