[seasonal event] should have seen this coming
Deimos Ignatius
the Resurrected Sword
Warden of Halo / Guildmaster

Age: 33 | Height: 6'4" | Race: Hybrid | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Halo
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DEIMOS
Delivered from the blasts
The motivation drove him, scarred him, reaped the benefits of his roaming, bestial figure, made him scale corners and scathe in the pits of his torment. Agony and the unknown pushed him further, and it was a fervent, ferocious rush of insurrection, treachery, and incoming disaster, affixed purpose and aspirations. He drowned out the rancorous edges and noises coming to claw their way through his membrane (the sights, the sounds, of their experiences, the what ifs, the end-all-be-alls), because otherwise he wouldn’t be able to focus on the task at hand. It was a discordant serenity, a brilliant, blistering darkness at the aperture, along the threshold, where he promised to bleed the world dry.

The last he’d seen of Ianto had been along the Stonesong, amidst flames and weapons, curses and columns, a broken, dilapidated bridge conformed to ensure they were safe; a fox crouched on his shoulder, proffering a debt to be repaid. From what Jigano had experienced, he was also deceptive and misleading – the warrior would have to be more than an idle, looming threat. Perhaps it remained to be seen and they could have an even exchange; obligations for obligations, no cowardly footfalls, no specious, devious lies stored behind ivory teeth and twitching ears. Deimos had more to lose, and he’d already experienced those tremendous agonies, those serpentine synapses, those tremulous, terrible awakenings – and had no intention of wandering down those same roads, doom and triumph colliding, paradoxical forces.

“Ianto!” He called out as he reached the edge of the woods, staring into its void, tracing over footprints from others, and then eyes glancing down at the marks, some clawed, some birdlike, some padded. The Reaper ground his teeth against one another in the only show of rage he dared deign, before affixing the composure, the steel, the damned, bloody iron, back to his features, giving no sign to the wily deviant lurking amidst the timber.
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Messages In This Thread
[seasonal event] should have seen this coming - by Deimos - 04-28-2019, 01:56 PM
RE: should have seen this coming - by Ianto - 04-29-2019, 04:45 PM
RE: should have seen this coming - by Deimos - 04-30-2019, 10:29 PM
RE: should have seen this coming - by Ianto - 05-17-2019, 08:38 PM
RE: should have seen this coming - by Deimos - 05-18-2019, 05:09 PM
RE: should have seen this coming - by Ianto - 05-20-2019, 08:24 PM
RE: should have seen this coming - by Deimos - 05-21-2019, 12:20 AM
RE: should have seen this coming - by Ianto - 05-21-2019, 06:01 PM
RE: should have seen this coming - by Deimos - 05-21-2019, 10:22 PM
RE: should have seen this coming - by Ianto - 05-25-2019, 07:40 AM
RE: should have seen this coming - by Deimos - 05-25-2019, 10:44 PM
RE: should have seen this coming - by Ianto - 05-27-2019, 06:28 PM
RE: should have seen this coming - by Deimos - 05-27-2019, 10:07 PM
RE: should have seen this coming - by Ianto - 05-28-2019, 06:49 PM
RE: should have seen this coming - by Deimos - 05-28-2019, 11:30 PM

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