[Training] renewed blades

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame He’d have no qualms causing minor squabbles, stampedes, or mischief when amusements had been sparse and gone for months, seasons, days upon days upon days with no relief in sight except some darker, more abysmal thresholds. The beast gave no further thought into the enveloping, shrouding, bombarding, haunting gestures – how he would’ve done this with Kiada without a plan, just action and joy, chasing and rampaging – striving for concentration. Morgan already had the natural advantage in knowing her way around this world – Deimos had to stick to the routes visible, paws inclining along slopes and streets, a howl extended from his lungs when too many people were gathered in a section he intended to course through. He’d lost the Warden quickly, only for her to reappear along a side-street, and while dodging around several onlookers, he’d already lost the ample momentum he’d built up. A growl hastened, and he plowed onward and around, limbs striving to reach, to scrape along stones, to outpace once more. master of nothing place; of recoil and grace