Given how many things Deimos had seen, done, and encountered, he’d never considered the cannibals terrifying – more disconcerting than anything else. To know they craved human flesh, to step into their homes and witness the brazen, casual way they’d carved their wakes into the earth, as if it was nothing at all, had emboldened him further when the time came to set it all ablaze. Plenty of killers walked amongst Caido, himself included, but the unsettling, disturbing, bewildering, and perplexing machinations had left him more than simply perturbed – that lingering trepidation had remained until they were gone. The Sword mauled when he had to; the Whitebrim cretins seemed to have found it all one glorious, disgusting hunt.
Taking a long breath, he said nothing on the statement, and instead began moving again, twisting and turning through lines and crowds standing amongst the kiosks and merchants. More than a few gave him a wide berth, and he could tilt his head, listen as Lyra seemed to unravel something deeper in the schisms of Torchline.
How he’d missed mentions of the Reef Reaver left him in some amount of dismay, but his ears twisted and turned, taking it all in. It did sound like a nightmarish figure, mind beginning to concoct a mental image of said stone, sand, and coral cretin, absorbing whatever it could to become some twisted, horrifying demon. Lovely he countered with another dry, sardonic response, granting her a snort on the notions of utilizing it to scare children. Good to know most worlds have some story to frighten their offspring, and he shook his head, not intending to ever spill such proportions to Erebos, Amhran, or their impending infant – at least, not as a punishment. Warnings, perhaps, when they were old enough. Where I came from, we were told if we could not swim well enough, the waves would consume us. Which, to be fair, was partially correct in a way – and it certainly ensured they all learned the skill.
Taking a long breath, he said nothing on the statement, and instead began moving again, twisting and turning through lines and crowds standing amongst the kiosks and merchants. More than a few gave him a wide berth, and he could tilt his head, listen as Lyra seemed to unravel something deeper in the schisms of Torchline.
How he’d missed mentions of the Reef Reaver left him in some amount of dismay, but his ears twisted and turned, taking it all in. It did sound like a nightmarish figure, mind beginning to concoct a mental image of said stone, sand, and coral cretin, absorbing whatever it could to become some twisted, horrifying demon. Lovely he countered with another dry, sardonic response, granting her a snort on the notions of utilizing it to scare children. Good to know most worlds have some story to frighten their offspring, and he shook his head, not intending to ever spill such proportions to Erebos, Amhran, or their impending infant – at least, not as a punishment. Warnings, perhaps, when they were old enough. Where I came from, we were told if we could not swim well enough, the waves would consume us. Which, to be fair, was partially correct in a way – and it certainly ensured they all learned the skill.
Deimos
we're all killers
