after fury
what do you do
LongNight held the potential of making him quieter than normal; tucked away in alcoves and corners, pondering and contemplating the next searing action they’d have to take. He was also confined, caged, not his preferred method of existence, much like a predator ensnared and entrapped, and were he not occupying himself with bits and pieces of armor again, he might’ve been caught pacing the floorboards. For now, his hands were busy with chainmail once more, adding to the already collected pile he’d assembled along previous days, the pending demolition to the eternal evening, biding the hours and minutes until the next onslaught. Yesteryear’s madness and debacle had taught him to be prepared for anything, and any ministration was heightened by his senses, alert, vigilant, attentive, to movement, to motions, to sights and sounds out of the ordinary, threatening, ominous, or lethal. Zuriel maneuvered nearby, the haughty, superior, and noble outlook upon her features entangled only further as she gazed upon the crowd, occasionally maneuvering closer to him, shoving at his shoulder for amusement or diversion tactics. He’d snort and roll his eyes, before granting her a pat on the muzzle, or tending back to his work. Some bracers were already settled along his chosen table, while his wands wove pieces of string to draw and tie them around, intending to ensure some measures of safety, precautions, and guarding wares, preambles and preludes to the chaos surely meant to ignite.
with the remains?
DEIMOS
