DEIMOS
“Then she is dependent on her citizens.” And here he arched a brow, a clear indicator of something else lurking in that calculating, machinating mind. “And if her people are not available or cannot aid…” A shrug followed and flickered through, but he figured Sah would catch his meaning. A stalemate. The Glacier would be incapable of snagging or seeking assistance from any Old Gods without a follower present, and the same might be said for the Voice (though he presumed, given the matter at hand, there’d be more of those opportunities available). What that meant in long or short term could herald some differences, some time, for them to continue planning.
A snort followed through on Sah’s neutrality statement – his eyes lifting towards the jungle canopies, the twisting vines. “I suspect we might be the only ones who care.” Their crew of assembled coup constituents, and the rest of the mountain dwellers.
He nodded at the comparison of notes, at the foretold meeting, but then his brows furrowed, head tilting in that predacious, raptorial way; all the animal souls coiled within his contorted, controlled frame. Mageglass was a vicious little opportunity nestled in his brain, but it came with so many other caveats that he had to exercise words of caution and inquiry. “That depends. When were you thinking of doing this? And who else would be coming?” There was also the notion of the embedded caves themselves – because there was no doubt instilled within him that Halo would be preparing some matter of defense after all the militia might of the past season. “And if the Fangs are being guarded?”
The matter of danger within the region itself was also a lurking denizen; based on his own experiences and others. “Do you know where you want to go? The Fangs also contain dragons, cannibals, and cultists.” Amongst and amidst other semblances undiscovered and undetected.
A snort followed through on Sah’s neutrality statement – his eyes lifting towards the jungle canopies, the twisting vines. “I suspect we might be the only ones who care.” Their crew of assembled coup constituents, and the rest of the mountain dwellers.
He nodded at the comparison of notes, at the foretold meeting, but then his brows furrowed, head tilting in that predacious, raptorial way; all the animal souls coiled within his contorted, controlled frame. Mageglass was a vicious little opportunity nestled in his brain, but it came with so many other caveats that he had to exercise words of caution and inquiry. “That depends. When were you thinking of doing this? And who else would be coming?” There was also the notion of the embedded caves themselves – because there was no doubt instilled within him that Halo would be preparing some matter of defense after all the militia might of the past season. “And if the Fangs are being guarded?”
The matter of danger within the region itself was also a lurking denizen; based on his own experiences and others. “Do you know where you want to go? The Fangs also contain dragons, cannibals, and cultists.” Amongst and amidst other semblances undiscovered and undetected.
think about this
you have the ability to survive anything
you have the ability to survive anything
