[se] chaos is all they know

Deimos the Reaper master of nothing place, of recoil and grace Bats to leopards, and with only a canine-arched brow to display his curiosity. Sated in her safety, he maneuvered across and within the reeds once more, head tucked down as he sniffed the ground, intending to find more items and objects to combine into the acute, mild preparation. Ordinarily his own incantations, magic, and enchantments would do just fine – but the comfort of the hellhound’s frame, with its own weight of power, might, and fortitude, merely lent and bent away from the massive, overwhelming fixtures meant to burrow along his spine. Aisha seemed content to remain, sitting, without wings, but not the same mettle and grit she’d be remembered for. Digging into the dirt, paws gliding over dampened soil from recent rain, his gaze didn’t affix towards her, focus and attention meant to canal and furrow into the earth. The uncertainty radiating off of her swarmed along the Attuned bond, with his confusion to follow. How so? To the best of his knowledge, Torchline had presented a unique opportunity to behold a world majestic enough to forgo, forget, the problems here; no monsters, no mayhem, just the sea under the cover of darkness. He’d stayed and suffered, melded and molded measures of primordial iniquity and foolishnesss. Her final words gave him pause, a clench to his jaw in familiar boundaries, before lowering his head, grabbing hold of a rock in his maw and bringing it back amongst the reeds, surveying without answering quite yet. Yes. Lucky, fortunate, smart enough to know better, to stay away from the confines of the Temple, from the haunting ventures of demons and fiends. I am glad many left. More survivors, more secured, more safe from the entanglements of hell.

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