DEIMOS
Deimos didn’t grimace when the statement was uttered, but it echoed in his sigh, in his nod of agreement. They’d have to get through this initial one on the horizon first – and he could only surmise what could follow catastrophe, strife, and ruin. Sometimes it was peace and repose. But often times there were other outlets of menace and malice. Maybe the world would be too tired, and the inhabitants too overcome. It didn’t loosen any feeling of dread or apprehension from his shoulders; a timeframe already established, and even if it felt like years away, it was still ticking, sticking, down into the cauldrons. Brimming, brewing fixtures; waiting, aching moments.
But with some modicum of plans in place, the Sword could feel a little more at ease. At least there were other glimmers on the horizon, and not all so torturous. Plans and machinations that could be made, supplies that could be snagged. “That can work.” Notices towards the mountains might've followed thereafter, once he’d found someone. As for other essentials, Deimos could create something if they truly needed it, save for any mending, assuaging properties. “Your usual hunting gear should suffice. Maybe some bandages, just in case.”
Then his gaze lingered down on Lilly, tilting his cranium a fraction. “I will not bring mine,” he resolved with a solemn rumble. Zuriel had already put herself too much at risk for his asinine sake the last time they’d strived to flee Halo, and Belial could keep them safe, tucked away in the Wilds until he returned. “But that is up to you.”
But with some modicum of plans in place, the Sword could feel a little more at ease. At least there were other glimmers on the horizon, and not all so torturous. Plans and machinations that could be made, supplies that could be snagged. “That can work.” Notices towards the mountains might've followed thereafter, once he’d found someone. As for other essentials, Deimos could create something if they truly needed it, save for any mending, assuaging properties. “Your usual hunting gear should suffice. Maybe some bandages, just in case.”
Then his gaze lingered down on Lilly, tilting his cranium a fraction. “I will not bring mine,” he resolved with a solemn rumble. Zuriel had already put herself too much at risk for his asinine sake the last time they’d strived to flee Halo, and Belial could keep them safe, tucked away in the Wilds until he returned. “But that is up to you.”
think about this
you have the ability to survive anything
you have the ability to survive anything
