CHULANE
I believe that dreams are sacred
It was something he would always carry, something he would never forget, never completely let go of - but something he would, in due course at least, not let hold him back. That was part of the healing. Like Deimos, he knew that the one he'd lost wouldn't want him to hurry to join her in the strange afterlife that Caido had. He knew she'd want him to live, to experience life as she had - to go hard, to go big, to live it to its fullest, to exploit every opportunity and let fate decide where he ended up.
Snow scattered everywhere, and the moose kept pressing onwards through it. Flames flickered in the corner of his vision - he shouldn't've been surprised, knowing Deimos the way he coming to. With the snow surrounding him in a powdery shower, any heat simply turned it into droplets around him. The moose continued forth regardless, trusting his comrade would prevent any of the hellfire from licking too hotly at his heels. In both of their wakes, what was left of the snow could be seen rebuilding itself into a new obstacle for another time.
As they rounded a bend, a different kind of obstacle presented itself. In was inevitable that they would need to cross at least the main road that led out of the Citadel, the frozen cobblestones and pedestrians a unique challenge. But Chulane did not hesitate in his stride, and instead summoned a long and low grumbling bellow from his chest, a warning toll to those not possessing the attuned gift. And to those that did, he beamed a note of warning out, that they were busy training, and to cross their paths was an act of wilful foolishness.
Snow scattered everywhere, and the moose kept pressing onwards through it. Flames flickered in the corner of his vision - he shouldn't've been surprised, knowing Deimos the way he coming to. With the snow surrounding him in a powdery shower, any heat simply turned it into droplets around him. The moose continued forth regardless, trusting his comrade would prevent any of the hellfire from licking too hotly at his heels. In both of their wakes, what was left of the snow could be seen rebuilding itself into a new obstacle for another time.
As they rounded a bend, a different kind of obstacle presented itself. In was inevitable that they would need to cross at least the main road that led out of the Citadel, the frozen cobblestones and pedestrians a unique challenge. But Chulane did not hesitate in his stride, and instead summoned a long and low grumbling bellow from his chest, a warning toll to those not possessing the attuned gift. And to those that did, he beamed a note of warning out, that they were busy training, and to cross their paths was an act of wilful foolishness.
Take my darkest fears and play them
