Deimos the Reaper master of nothing place, of recoil and grace Wars weren’t one individual, wars weren’t hellbent on singular mayhem, but a combined, brutal, barbaric force. While Deimos had won a majority of his own battles, head-to-head, sword-to-sword, the same couldn’t be said for their smaller army against bands of united fronts and allies. Had he of been capable of dragging them all to victory, he would have, beyond blood, sweat, carnage, and upheaval, splitting them across calamity with iron fists and molten exploits. Persevere, endure, survive had been the mantra, but also the repercussions, because he’d lived in and out of loss, defeat, and anguish, pushed and pushed and pushed until he was naught more than a weapon himself, stone-faced and detached, emboldened and brutal. If any were disappointed in his militia performances here, if he wasn’t strong enough, capable enough, hellbent enough, then they were welcome to shatter him against the rocks, and find another to take his place. It’d been done in Helovia time and time again; echoes of transgressions hollowed and carved out across meetings, along broken shambles and chaotic wings – Caido much the same in its regard. He didn’t fear it. Deimos had always known exactly who he was, and his capabilities, his efforts, his prowess. |
[seasonal event] wasted faith
Open Basket Making! |
the Resurrected Sword
Warden of Halo / Guildmaster ✓
Age: 34 | Height: 6'4" | Race: Hybrid | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Halo Level: 14 - Strg: 74 - Dext: 74 - Endr: 75 - Luck: 80 - Int: 3 BELIAL - Mythical - Peryton (Blend) ZURIEL - Mythical - Unicorn (Healing)
Played by: Heather
Change author: Posts: 6,748 | Total: 10,911 MP: 6754
01-11-2020, 01:33 AM
|
« Next Oldest | Next Newest »
|
Users browsing this thread: 1 Guest(s)