[PQ] Deck the Halls

D e i m o s

Send a heartbeat to the void that cries through you
Relive the pictures that have come to pass

Normally suited to the more physical tasks, Deimos tilted his head at the possibilities. Perhaps it would be nice to venture away from construction, since that was all he’d seemingly done lately, and he couldn’t grow trees (presuming that’d be Jigano’s role), so he meandered over to the canvas. Hadn’t the Loreseeker thought the Sword an artist? That'd likely be taken back within a moment of his showcased "talent". With a snort, the beast proclaimed his designation. “I can paint.” There was a glimmer of a smirk embedded along the corners of his lips, before he slipped into his eagle form, dipping his talons into different paints and pans, and then gloriously following through on mischief with a range of hued tracks across the would-be backdrop. On occasion he drifted and glided, to achieve some sliding stances where claws stretched and reached, before altering to his tiger frame too. Big paws melded into more colors, placed in ruffian, rogue machinations with no actual set course or path, as if the predators had been marching along in pure chaos. Thoroughly diverted, he’d stomp occasionally on it too, deeper insets and framework assignations into the tapestry; a fine work of mayhem thereafter. For now we stand alone, the world is lost and blown And we are flesh and blood disintegrate with no more to hate