I carried my own ashes to the mountains
With the acceptance came other particulars, and despite his well-placed and versed masks of indifference on many of occasion, to hear abilities had been altered since he’d last seen the man gave him pause. A brow arched as they put space between merchant and market stalls, and his head tilted, keeping his voice low and to a murmur. “If you need me to be on the defensive,” rather than leading assaults and sieges, “then that will work.” There was no intent behind mauling the Butcher anyway, and given the current complications, Deimos wasn’t bound to be on the receiving end of it either.
Watching as hels began to hang low nearby, he rolled his eyes and gave a blast of fire for good measure towards the squawking offenders – one immediately died and fell to the sand in some modicum of burnt chicken – before granting his attention back to the Ancient. “Did something happen?” His vocals remained just on the ends of a murmur; no one nearby would be able to catch the nuances, and they were swiftly becoming separated from any close quarters regardless. With other notions and particulars coming to light, anyone’s abilities changed could be an impending warning sign.
Watching as hels began to hang low nearby, he rolled his eyes and gave a blast of fire for good measure towards the squawking offenders – one immediately died and fell to the sand in some modicum of burnt chicken – before granting his attention back to the Ancient. “Did something happen?” His vocals remained just on the ends of a murmur; no one nearby would be able to catch the nuances, and they were swiftly becoming separated from any close quarters regardless. With other notions and particulars coming to light, anyone’s abilities changed could be an impending warning sign.
DEIMOS
