DEIMOS
The Firebrand eventually joined him, and Deimos made no apologies for his previous antics. He wasn’t sorry. He didn’t regret it. No opportunity to be unburdened was going to be passed over nowadays; he wasn’t certain when more would come, when more would occur, when everything would cluster and concave around them, destroy and dispatch. Semblances of amusement and joy were so few and far between lately, that if diving from the void and landing upon cold, chilling brick gave him some amount of boldness and audacity, he’d take it.A nod was granted towards the goose, and then his sharp eyes took in the sudden movement of the other ningos. A sigh, and a sideways glance towards Loren indicated his feelings towards the potential compulsion; quite frankly, they were both powerful and potent enough that this prey shouldn’t have required anything but talons and speed.
Another huff, and he was off, diving, swift, quick, and rapid, descending, descending, descending, talons opening wide, instinctively honing in on a chosen animal, feeling them tighten, clutch, grasp over the body of the beast.
"who's gonna let you?"
they asked. i said
"who's gonna stop me?"
