Deimos
He gave a nod and a shrug; either over swamp monsters or thank yous, scarcely and hardly a burden. The steps were methodical and precise thereafter too, a calm combination of incantations unfurling before them as his focus split between enchantments, hunting, and the sudden implications behind lost plans. He could relate; how many times had they tried to forge on with nothing more than endless ambitions and hopes? Similar to the aftermath of the Ascended invasion, banished to nothing and nowhere, and trying to scrape away at plans; what was most likely to occur, what they could do to shift the balance, how they could still infiltrate from their less-than-illustrious positions. But hers was oriented around structures rather than war and territory; a catastrophe and disaster simply at the hands of misfortune. “Understandable. But there is going to be risk in no matter what you decide to take on.” Whether it be farming, warrior-life, leading, demigod prowesses…not many occupations nor luxuries were considered wholly safe in the wake of Caido.
His features tried not to alter into a frown; instead his brows furrowed, mind calculating through the complexities. A place that wouldn’t hold a fire was somewhat limited; Halo always yearned to keep theirs going, Torchline could have a raucous one moment with bonfires imminent, the Greatwood would be vastly impacted…”Where were you thinking?” At the very least, to snag at a few more starting points.
Overhead Belial hooted though, alerting to a commotion further down a twist and turn of bog. “He found something,” and with a shift in his long strides, and a likelihood of either swamp rat or horse, he presumed she’d follow, as they skimmed along quagmire.
[FIN]
His features tried not to alter into a frown; instead his brows furrowed, mind calculating through the complexities. A place that wouldn’t hold a fire was somewhat limited; Halo always yearned to keep theirs going, Torchline could have a raucous one moment with bonfires imminent, the Greatwood would be vastly impacted…”Where were you thinking?” At the very least, to snag at a few more starting points.
Overhead Belial hooted though, alerting to a commotion further down a twist and turn of bog. “He found something,” and with a shift in his long strides, and a likelihood of either swamp rat or horse, he presumed she’d follow, as they skimmed along quagmire.
[FIN]
you're all bronze and bite
all venom and fistfight
all venom and fistfight
