Rage, maybe rage would lift me up
It had taken notes of melancholy and the disastrous ambiguousness to finally relent and cease the hunting for another time. The appetite for vehemence and stalking prey had lost its flavor and appeal, and the more Machiavellian qualities of him continued to persist as he rose along the surface, brimming along the top. Because while Sunjata might have been content to wait and see; a commonplace them unfortunately, Deimos angled towards preparation.
Except they didn’t know what any of these adversaries were capable of. They didn’t have one damned clue. Left muddling and conforming in the dark, piecing together what little information they could reach, snag, and dangle along the void, wondering if it would be enough. If it would matter. If there were so many other plans already in motion, and they were just struggling to catch up with the fringes, the strands, the boundaries. Immersed in his munitions and calculations, the beast eventually rumbled through the bond, uncertain if it would be a help or a hindrance. If either of you can think of an item suitable, you can send Nate to me. I can try to make something. For protection? For defense? For assaults? That was the only press between his shoulders, down the back of his spine, no matter what form rendered – the unknown a crawling, bestial, ominous formation.
Except they didn’t know what any of these adversaries were capable of. They didn’t have one damned clue. Left muddling and conforming in the dark, piecing together what little information they could reach, snag, and dangle along the void, wondering if it would be enough. If it would matter. If there were so many other plans already in motion, and they were just struggling to catch up with the fringes, the strands, the boundaries. Immersed in his munitions and calculations, the beast eventually rumbled through the bond, uncertain if it would be a help or a hindrance. If either of you can think of an item suitable, you can send Nate to me. I can try to make something. For protection? For defense? For assaults? That was the only press between his shoulders, down the back of his spine, no matter what form rendered – the unknown a crawling, bestial, ominous formation.
DEIMOS
