and the only solution was to stand and fight
Given how Deimos had grown up (allowed to roam wild, half-feral with mischief until he couldn’t any longer), the warning only amplified the light smile on his features. “That is fine. They might end up with the same.” He’d prefer his offspring to have a childhood full of wonder and ridiculousness, learning amidst the land and its constituents, rather than held down by the shadows Deimos already tried to keep held at bay. A hard line to follow, for the Sword anyway, but permitting some semblance of freedom would benefit them all – he hoped. “At least they can now,” he shrugged, purposefully not emphasizing on what he meant. Perhaps Flora had the same experiences; but she’d also been born during a war, and growing up in the middle of constant conflict had its own repercussions.
Regardless, the sudden appearance of the tangleweed was a distraction on its own merits. His brow arched, snorting a little under his breath as it seemed to roam into the sand with not a care in the world – but especially varied from all the ones he’d come across. “Have not seen one like that,” though, granted how often Rae or Frey put in niche additions into their cluster of wildlife, maybe they shouldn’t have been too surprised. New season, new creatures.
But as she chucked her knife into its presence, he granted a mischievous grin; recalling their own ventures of streamlining blades directly into Pierce’s figure. Plus, he was never above the hostile use of weaponry. The serrated fringes didn’t seem to leave much of an impact though, and he tilted his head, narrowing his eyes vaguely, as if putting his brief study to use. “I can try,” and he wrinkled his nose, before unfurling his fire incantations within a single breath, meant to engulf and extinguish the puff of sticks, shells, and bones.
Regardless, the sudden appearance of the tangleweed was a distraction on its own merits. His brow arched, snorting a little under his breath as it seemed to roam into the sand with not a care in the world – but especially varied from all the ones he’d come across. “Have not seen one like that,” though, granted how often Rae or Frey put in niche additions into their cluster of wildlife, maybe they shouldn’t have been too surprised. New season, new creatures.
But as she chucked her knife into its presence, he granted a mischievous grin; recalling their own ventures of streamlining blades directly into Pierce’s figure. Plus, he was never above the hostile use of weaponry. The serrated fringes didn’t seem to leave much of an impact though, and he tilted his head, narrowing his eyes vaguely, as if putting his brief study to use. “I can try,” and he wrinkled his nose, before unfurling his fire incantations within a single breath, meant to engulf and extinguish the puff of sticks, shells, and bones.
DEIMOS
