Deimos
Deimos was caught between careful and brazen at some points. Calculated and controlled, but he knew his capabilities. Knew how to protect, how to devastate, how to shield and ruin simultaneously. “Frequently does here.” So while he might not have molded into fear here, for he knew the amount of things lurking beyond those ranges, plus the rampant squeaking nearby was an indicator of what Belial had heard and seen, he nodded, shoulders straightening as he began to unfurl more earthen incantations into the area. They would need solid footing for whatever intended to come next.
Though perhaps that could be said for most things; catching her admittance on the low breeze. He ceased from snorting, tucking and suffocating it down on an inward catch of breath. Her further idea though made his brow arch, and he did turn back to her as if he’d misheard. Not much came out of the desert except for the Suvahasi, predators, and bones, and his eyes narrowed speculatively, letting her finish while his mind tried to absorb the hows and whys. Many probably thought them all foolish and ridiculous to be living in Halo too – but people had long since been making the best of it, and they’d cultivated ways to survive. Hak Etme, though…not many had done anything with it, for obvious reasons. “There are also the landsharks,” he added, insinuating they would love to gobble up the woman’s impending snag of future cattle. Wouldn’t she be tied to that region too, same as before, if she became swept up in ranching? The only thing altered and changed would be location. “But I have been there in the rare and occasional rainfall.” A superbloom of plants all basking for one singular moment, for it to be gone in the next. “Probably depends on if you can get enough people to help. Sounds like a big project.” Not to discourage, but perhaps to flicker in bits of reality.
Though perhaps that could be said for most things; catching her admittance on the low breeze. He ceased from snorting, tucking and suffocating it down on an inward catch of breath. Her further idea though made his brow arch, and he did turn back to her as if he’d misheard. Not much came out of the desert except for the Suvahasi, predators, and bones, and his eyes narrowed speculatively, letting her finish while his mind tried to absorb the hows and whys. Many probably thought them all foolish and ridiculous to be living in Halo too – but people had long since been making the best of it, and they’d cultivated ways to survive. Hak Etme, though…not many had done anything with it, for obvious reasons. “There are also the landsharks,” he added, insinuating they would love to gobble up the woman’s impending snag of future cattle. Wouldn’t she be tied to that region too, same as before, if she became swept up in ranching? The only thing altered and changed would be location. “But I have been there in the rare and occasional rainfall.” A superbloom of plants all basking for one singular moment, for it to be gone in the next. “Probably depends on if you can get enough people to help. Sounds like a big project.” Not to discourage, but perhaps to flicker in bits of reality.
we exhume our enemy's bones
we are battling, hungry beasts
we are battling, hungry beasts
